You’re talking to someone at length. After a while, it dawns on you that they’re still talking, but you haven’t been listening for who knows how long, minutes, because you’re thinking about what they taste like. Either because you know, or because you’d like to know; because you can imagine, or you really, really don’t want to know.
Try it today at lunch.
Gee, do you have a paranoid friend who failed rehab too? I once put the phone down and went to the bathron.
I think I would prefer to go to the Voltron, if I had the choice. Paranoia runs in my family. It always seemed like a most sensible attitude, to me.