I think in conversations. I am fully aware that the person I’m talking to is me, but it helps me immensely when I’m trying to put together a thought.
I remember one episode where Ricky asked Karl: “What would you do if you met your doppleganger?”
Karl responded with something like: “How would I know me is me?”
Of course Ricky and his pal Steve(?) gave him a ration of shit over this. But I completely get what Karl was talking about.
In that particular episode, Ricky and Steve were the ones who looked like dumbasses, Not Karl.
How about individuals who, instead of stream of consciousness posts, use commas excessively?
That would be me, a comma whore.
I’m pretty sure I talk that way as well.
I think in pictures, sentences, three dimensionally (I’m a contractor and I need to be able to’see’ before I build) and vaguely emotionally. Tactile, too.
I can read this thread and get the gist of everything being said while singing “Who Killed Bambi?”
I can stop singing it out loud and sing it in my head and still get the gist of what I’m reading.
I can’t sing it in my head and also type out this response, and I certainly can’t imagine Bambi swirling around an icer-rink*, sing WKB? in my head and type replies at the same time.
Typing it was easy enough, but picturing it in my head while composing a reply is a different matter. The words came unbidden from my mind; there was no preceding image of Bambi ice-skating.