My phone rings.
"Hi Aunt Bardiac." (It's my niece/nephew, in high school.)
How are you?
Life treating you well?
What are you up to?
At which point, I want to say, hey, YOU called me! It's your turn to say something.
And after a few more minutes of monosyballic responses, my niece/nephew gets to the point, which happens to be some question of moderate import.
Now, niece/nephew used to be able to carry on a conversation and actually say stuff, but I think there's a thing that happens, and suddenly, monosyllables.
The thing is, I remember being monosyllabic for YEARS whenever any adult tried to have a conversation with me. I was too embarrassed, too shy, too angry, too defensive (depending on the circumstances) to talk to pretty much any adult. And it took me YEARS to get over that.
Now I feel bad for all the adults who had to put up with me for all those years. So, adults who put up with me, I'm sorry. I apologize for the many years of monosyllables.