This would drive me right out of my freaking tree.
This too. I think quiet people make the babblers feel insecure, so they have to bother us.
This would drive me right out of my freaking tree.
This too. I think quiet people make the babblers feel insecure, so they have to bother us.
OK, it’s either Dickhead or Smegmabreath. Which is it?
I wasn’t speaking to you, dipshit!
I was gonna guess Shitballs McShittier hailing from Shitterton, England.
Yes, it’s all of those, so I’m sure you can see why it isn’t used often and why I’m not looking to change that.
I only read the OP and the first few posts and I am DYING LAUGHING. I know EXACTLY what the OP is talking about and he expressed it PERFECTLY. Hilarious, man, because I know precisely the thing he means, yet it is such an original rant. I have never heard anyone mention how annoying it is before. Ever. I’m cracking up. Gonnna read the rest of the thread now.
I talk to myself. Sometimes even sing. Got in the habit from spending a summer home alone with dogs. They appreciated a running commentary on every trivial action (sometimes “sung through” like light opera). I think my motive is just to organize or entertain myself…
But after this thread? Whoa… I’m seeing how much it annoys others, or even keeps them from functioning.
So I’m stopping. Right. Now.
(well, ok, pups, after one last rendition of “Here I boast/of making toaaaast… Step one you’ll spy/involves a twisty-tiiiiie…”)
I talk to myself, whether I’m alone or with other people. I talk to the cats. I even sing to the cats. They seem to enjoy it.
However, if you ever DO pop your boss in the kisser, you need to get me on your jury, because I will vote to acquit. There’s talking to oneself without intending to aggravate others, and then there’s “SMILE, IT’S A BEAUTIFUL DAY” shit.
I recall a Gahan Wilson cartoon from the '80s: A guy is walking down the sidewalk talking into one of those early brick-sized cell phones. Caption: “I love these new portable phones! I can walk around all day talking to myself and nobody looks at me like I’m crazy!”
Don’t stop singing to your dogs! That’s not talking to yourself.
But I may have to go cold turkey for a bit, if I’m going to stop myself from acting that way at work.
And on the street. I caught the attention of some friends (and a couple dozen strangers) at a busy bus stop downtown by belting out “What’s So Funny 'Bout Peace Love and Understanding”.
Maybe after I stop distracting coworkers I can add some ‘impromptu show tunes’ back into my life when my condition’s more under control.
For the record, digs, I like people who suffer from your condition. You wanna belt out a song at random, great, I may join in or dance a jig. You wanna mumble to yourself as you work, I don’t care. But the OP is talking about something very in particular that some people do. You know it when you see it, but it is hard to explain. They murmur in the exact kind of cadence one uses when one is talking to another person. They often will do it in an exasperated tone, too, so that you will be rude not to check on them and find out what they said and if they need something. Then it turns out they were “just talking to themselves”. Welp, now they’ve pulled you out of your little reverie or whatever and they feel a little better, having lapped up some attention. Some people just can’t be in a room without having the focus shift to them at some point. It is a really weird thing, but I have noticed this phenomena with more than a few people.
Yep yep yep, that is it exactly!
Agreed!
Does everyone realize this is like telling your grandpa that you really do like his horrible puns? I’m trying to be more considerate of people at work, and realizing that not everyone “has a (cheesy 80s pop) song in their heart”*.
But, yeah, I get that it’s a different class of distraction than the “Wait, is she talking to someone? Like maybe me?” muttering.
You should hear my falsetto as I belt out “Josie’s on a vacation far away…”
(I purposely walk into work via a huge stairway with primo acoustics, so they can hear me coming, and I bust in those double doors just as I reach the chorus: "I don’t wanta lose your love… to…niiiiight!**"*
Oh, the horror! My dad tells horrible jokes to strangers. Only English is not his first language and he’s not very good at it so no one, no one has any idea what he’s talking about. Salesladies look at me, all confused.
ETA: While dad laughs at his own joke.
Love that place. I do the singing version of the head-slamming monks from The Holy Grail. Sounds great.
Ah, in that case–Support for the OP. I haven’t run into that but it does sound annoying as hell.
Reminds me of an old Lily Tomlin standup line: “Wouldn’t it be nice if they took all those street people who talk to themselves and paired them up? Then they would look like they’re talking to each other.”
My apologies, AnaMen - I completely misunderstood your original post - NOW I get what you’re getting at and yes, you’re right - that would drive ANYONE straight up a wall.
I should start a blog. “Shit my boss says”. Except it wouldn’t be funny.
Today, in the past hour, she has:
dropped someone’s apple in the fridge, and sang, “Ohhhhh, noooo, I dropped an apple. It will be all bruised! Don’t tell anyone! Tee hee.”
Said in a singsong voice “I aaaaaaaam goooooooooing craaaaaaaaazy.”
Told a lengthy story about her husband and her child, not even ascertaining whether anyone was listening or not!
talked out loud about how she will be leaving early on monday because her kid has a doctor’s appointment
sang, “I aaaaam haaaaaving an M&M…”
She’s only been out near my desk twice and has managed to do all that.