Maybe it’s because I live alone. Or maybe I’m a raving lunatic. But I tend to have “out loud” conversations when I’m by myself.
Typically, I find myself rehearsing conversations I may have later on (i.e. this weekend, I’m meeting up with a friend to see a baseball game. He’s a huge Giants fan, and he’s in denial about Barry Bonds and steroids. This morning, while in the shower, I was explaining why I believe Bonds did steroids, although I doubt we will actually have the conversation, since I don’t want to start an argument). Sometimes, I end up giving my two cents to whatever conversation I may have heard from a talking head on TV. Or, perhaps it’s a whimsical imagining of myself doing Letterman or The Daily Show. Actually, on the way to work this morning I composed this OP in the car.
I do not hear other voices. I do not argue with another personality. And, if I’m living somewhere that includes other people, I restrict my inner monologues to inside me. So I’m not totally batshit crazy. But, I guess I’m a little nuts.
I imagine myself talking to one of my friends or my wife or a colleague. I explain things in very long winded ways while I figure them out as I go. Then when I talking about that subject again I can be clear and concise. Talking to yourself is a life-skill!
People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they’ll have good voice boxes in case there’s ever anything really meaningful to say.
My mom talks to herself.
I think she likes the sound of her own voice or something.
She lives alone. Well, her and her cat.
Of course, she IS batshit crazy. ‘The crazy lady with the cat’ comes to mind here.
