What’s the deal with batshit crazy? We need a newer kind of crazy…something like skullfucking crazy or something like that.
I don’t talk to myself. I talk to my dogs. Yeahhhh, that’s the ticket!
It’s not my fault they don’t talk back.
Yours don’t? That’s odd. Have you taken them to the vet? Cause mine is a true “chatty kathy”. 
I talk to myself all the time. (Shut up!) I try to keep it under wraps mostly… (Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re embarrassing yourself like this on the Straight Dope.) …but sometimes it gets the better of me, especially when I’m really bored. (I could really go for something cold to drink right now…)
Talking to yourself is just plain nuts…now get yourself a pet to talk to like any sane person. I hear goldfish listen well.
I think that is great advice! I don’t talk to myself when I visit my mom, who has 2 cats, a dog, and 2 horses. I do, however, have a running conversation with the animals in the house* that lasts the whole time I’m there.
*No, the horses aren’t in the house; they live in the backyard
Is there a difference in talking to yourself and thinking out loud?
I think there is, and never talk to myself.
Pffft. I was talking to myself while shopping today. “Ooooh, that’s a cute top, I bet it’d go with my brown slacks!” I did keep the volume pretty low, though.
Heck, all you need is a bluetooth earpiece. Then you can walk around IN PUBLIC all day long, talking to yourself. People won’t think you’re crazy…rude maybe, but not crazy.
I have always talked to myself. Or the computer or the television if it needs a good talking to. And have been thought batshit crazy. Mostly by former roomates. Most of whom were batshit crazy themselves.
But how will I know what I think if I don’t hear what I say???
I agree, you’re only nuts is “someone”. starts talking back.
Sometimes I apologize to my cat for talking to myself too much.
Then I talk to myself about the fact I’ve been talking to a cat.
Og help me.
I talk to the computer screen a lot. Like when I get an email from a friend that has a bit of surprising news or something, I’ll say out loud: “NO WAY! I don’t believe it! Ohmygodwhatthefuck!” And then my brother gives me a funny look. Eh, I’m used to it.
I talk to myself when I’m reading as well. This becomes a problem when I’m on public transit. People scoot away from me.
I make it a rule to talk to the most intelligent person in the room. Is it *my * fault if that’s usually me?
Maybe you should talk to your cat about this.
Some days, I’m the only one around worth talking to, although I’m never in when I call.