Realistic way to live the real life!

Yesterday morning, while I was chanting about what realistic life is -- a gush of his memory and a question he has asked me about a year ago ran back of my mind. He asked me why I always had to leave most conversations in between? I scribbled some comic straps, did some math, hoping to relate them and answer his question. But there was just enough calmness in my room as usual, where I tried as much to answer the question ever-so-hard than usual. Then I wonder is this is the realistic thing that always happen with me or just that I am trying to avoid that situation as hard as I can...