Weird question!
But do you ever talk to yourself, and refer to yourself by name when you do so? (Like, for example, if I did, I’d say to myself when no one’s around, “Great going, Frylock” or whatever.)
I don’t, but what I have recently noticed is that the very thought of doing so seems almost repugnant to me. Like, if I look in a mirror, and try to address myself, it almost feels gross. Thought I’d see what others’ reactions are to the prospect…
I think sometimes I refer to myself as “Dude.”
“Dude, stop and think about this for a minute.”
“Nice hair, dude.”
I happen to be female, too. But I refer to most other humans as dude too.
Sure do.
“You’re better than this, Sux. Use your head for something besides a hatrack and FIGURE THIS OUT!”
Sometimes I even answer myself back.
Dude’s for everybody, now (warning, bad song ahead).
No, I don’t refer to myself by name. I use “you” or nothing at all. As in “come on, you know the answer to this” or a general sarcastic “nice going.”
If I’m talking to myself it’s because I fucked up, so I call myself “Dipshit.”
But it’s not like I call myself that more than 20 times a day or anything.
I’ve never asked myself this before, and when I did he answered “we always refer to each other in the second person”.
I do every once in a while, but usually my talking-to-myself gets directed at a nearby pet, baby, or Jesus Fucking Christ.
In California, we are all dudes.
I don’t usually refer to people by their names in general in conversation, and there isn’t an exception when I talk to myself. I typically call myself “you” or “we,” (never “I” for whatever reason) and on the rare occasion I use my name, I call myself a cutesy girly variation of my name. I’m a chick with a dudes name, btw, and eschew all girly nicks, but the one I at times call myself is totally cool.
I don’t refer to myself by name, but I do call myself names like “you idiot,” “numbskull” or “nitwit.” It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy to hear my childhood nicknames again :D.
“What the fuck are you doing, you stupid fucking bitch?”
That’s my usual form of address for me.
Nope. I only tend to use names in direct address when I need to get that person’s attention, and I don’t need to get my attention.
And, no, I don’t care that using someone’s name a lot supposedly puts them at ease. It’s still horribly awkward.
Every once in awhile, or I’ll just use the term “self,” as in “self, you need to stop eating so much junk.”
Grammatically correct? Of course not. But it has stuck.
No, I don’t even use sentences most of the time in my head.
No. I talk to myself all the time, but it’s similar to a monologue, not referring to myself specifically. Except for “idiot!”
I tend not to refer to myself by name, but will use terms like girl, idiot or sweetheart. If I’ve been really dumb I will often say “Silly Bridget” (from Bridget Jones’s Diary).
Only when I berate myself, and then it’s a matter of degree: mild berating is “ok, you idiot”, stronger will scalate to “let’s see here, Nava”, strongest uses full name.
I always refer to myself as Batman when talking to myself. Doesn’t everyone?
Yep. It’s a habit I picked up from my grandfather. Whenever he had an itch, he’d loudly exclaim “Ooh, get 'em, Sam!” while violently scratching wherever he itched. Nowadays, whenever I have an itch, I loudly exclaim “Ooh, get 'em, Aaron!”
No. I use the royal “we”. *We need to get our butt moving. *
My name (only my first name) is reserved for those situations where I’m utterly disgusted with myself. More generally, it’s “I” “you” and “we” about equally.
It’s not uncommon for the form of address to change as the stress builds:
“Shit, I’m late! Oh well, we’ll get there when we get there, no point stressing now.”
“Dangit, you knew you shoulda left sooner.”
“Godsdammit, Nicole! You left the forms on your dresser! You might as well cancel the meeting. There’s no way you’ll make it now and they’re all going to hate you fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I’ve long considered it about the strongest “evidence” there is that Freud’s concept of the superego is the inner speech of which Vygotsky spoke. It’s the external judgement internalized. When Mom was utterly disgusted with me, she’d use my name, of course. The voice of external authority has become internal authority, and hasn’t changed its vocabulary.