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I talk to myself. Which is OK, except I’ve started answering me back.
Sometimes I have long, involved discussions with me while puttering around the house. I’m a sparkling self-conversationalist! I also talk to the TV and the cat, but I don’t think that counts. When I talk to the TV and my husband is in the room, I consider that social interaction.
Most of the self-chatting is done in my car. Almost every day I spend quality time going to the bank, the store, lunch and commuting. If I’m listening to talk radio, I talk back. If I’ve got music on, I sing along. Loudly. Then I critique me. I can be pretty hard on me, but it’s for my own good.
I like to give advice to other drivers. I give a lot of advice, and I deliver it with a lot of passion.
I use most of my car time to write. Well, not really, because I’m driving. But I think up and develop most of my blog posts in the car – I call it writing out loud.
A therapist would probably have a field day with this. They would say I:
– like the sound of my own voice
– have no friends
– am a managing witch who can’t resist telling everyone what to do
– hate my mother
But I’m not worried. This isn’t a Sybil thing. Nobody else is rolling around in my brain; it’s just me, myself and I. I’m not walking around town muttering while checking the trash cans. I only do it when I’m by myself. So far.
Perception counts more than reality, however, so I’ve come up with a way to disguise this innocent habit.
I was in the restroom at O’Hare airport many years ago when I realized that the person in the next stall was talking to herself. One of the poor, crazy people who wander around big airports, I assumed. Imagine my surprise when a chic businesswoman emerged from the stall! She had one of those (then) new-fangled cell phones pressed to her ear. This was the first time I met “The Person Whose Conversation Is So Important It Can’t Be Interrupted To Do Her Doody”. It would not be the last time. My first thought was “How did she get her panty hose back up with one hand?” My second thought was “Hygiene? Eeeew!”
Drawing from that experience, I’m going to use cell phone technology to my advantage. More specifically, a Bluetooth, hands-free, earbud gizmo. I’ve taken to wearing one whenever I’m in my car. Now when someone pulls up next to me at a light and sees me waving my arms around and talking animatedly, they think I’m on the phone, and that I’m Italian.
That ought to take care of the situation. But I’ll make a deal with you. If I’m talking to myself and I start answering in voices I don’t recognize, I’ll seek professional help.
Promise?
Promise.
Peg-o-Leg's Ramblings 
Who better to chat with than yourself? In fact, don’t stop there – send yourself a card, some flowers, a lovely gift – you deserve it and I’m sure you’ll pick out something you’ll absolutely love.
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Hey! That’s a great idea! BSC – you’ve got it goin’ on!
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Thanks! And I want you to know I practice what I preach – I’m online right now shopping at Pottery Barn.
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Now you’re turning a perfectly normal quirk into major narcissism! But there was that lovely diamond necklace I saw in the shop the other day…
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If it makes you feel better, just sign the card from someone else – Meg or Greg or something. I’m sure you’ll work it out.
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Absolutely BSC! When you chat with/ to yourself it can help clarify things. What am I really mad about? What was it about the dentist double billing for the same appointment that really bothered me?
Vygotsky would be proud of us!
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Yes, his notion of a zone of proximal development, an innovative metaphor capable of describing not the actual, but the potential of human cognitive development, would definitely have some applications in this situation. And not only that, Gilligan, OMG he was kinda hot, LOL! 🙂 😉
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Glad to know I’m not the only one 🙂 .. in my case, it’d be coz I love hearing the sound of my own voice so much that I talk to others, and when everyone’s run for cover, I continue the conversation with myself! 🙂
P.S: No harm noted as of yet!
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Um, if everyone is running for cover, you might want to rethink that “no harm done” thing. Just a thought….
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Oh, I don’t follow them to bug them! 😛 I continue the conversation internally, so seem absent-minded more often than not..the ” no harm done” applies to THEM.
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I see, you’re going for the “absent minded professor” kind of vibe here. That can work!
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It’s not just you. I talk to myself all the time – mostly because I’m the only one who ever listens to me anyway. But I also like to mess with people. I like to give impromptu concerts to my fellow commuters while I’m driving by rolling down all the windows (and blasting the heat if it’s below 50), cranking the Pussycat Dolls “Don’t Cha” to 11, butt dancing and singing. I make eye contact when I can, but usually only when stopped at a red light (for safety) or someone’s horrified expression amuses me more than usual.
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Boy, we have totally different takes on this. Here I am, trying to blend in and hide my weirdness, and you’re out there celebrating it. You go, girl! (You go straight to the funny-farm, probably, but you can be belting out “I Did It My Way” all the way there.)
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They’ve got to catch me first! Not so easy an accomplishment since my voice could probably be registered as a lethal weapon. I’m going to follow BSC’s lead now and shop for flowers.
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I bet that is a sight to see.
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Shield your eyes – protect yourself!
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hear hear.. at least you know that having a conversation with yourself can’t lead to arguments or dissapointment.
I myself frequently talk to myself, tell myself off etc etc ..
But yes, please do promise that when the voices take on a new personality you’ll seek help?
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But it often DOES lead to arguments. Should I be concerned?
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Only if you loose the argument and decide to send yourself to Coventry…………….
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Well, maybe one of you should be . . . .
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OK, this has got to be a UK expression – translation, please, for those of us who don’t speak British?
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Police Station toilet stolen….Cops have nothing to go on.
Is talking in the bathroom considered multi-tasking?
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It’s considered gross. Wish I had an auto-rim-shot device for comments – yours deserves one!
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Oh my gosh! And did you hear corduroy pillowcases are making headlines?
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Where’s a drummer when you need one?
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This is fantastic. I nearly choked to death on my lunch when I got to one-handed pantyhose. Thank you. (I survived)
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Brussel sprouts and sunflower seeds go down the wrong way? Take it easy out there! (and thanks for the kind words)
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Went to Chinese tonight and the fortune was “A modest man never talks to himself”. I’m saving it for you!!
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Can I at least have the cookie, too?
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The first part of your post described me almost perfectly. How’d you get into my head?
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Hey, the door was open!
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Very entertaining. If I didn’t talk to myself, somedays I wouldn’t talk at all. Of course there’s always my little peek-a-poo Arthur and the little squirrels that I see through the window perched on my wooden rocker on the front porch, or the mama and two baby deers.
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Wait a minute – are you Snow White?
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Loved the post, congrats on being Freshly Pressed!
As for talking to yourself…well at least you know someone’s listening!
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Thanks! I’m always glad to have an intelligent audience.
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i like this post and I like your solution for getting away with talking to yourself ! not that there is actually anything wrong with it ?.. this said, I like to sing (a lot and loud!) in the car and I do it all the time. my 5 yo used to be a good excuse when I was also using my hands or making the faces that go with the music, but lately he has started rolling his eyes a bit there in the backseat..
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That’s ok – as long as you have him along for cover, who cares if he’s not a big fan?
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hahaha i think therapists can put anything down to hating your mother!! congrats on FP
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Thanks – it was a great surprise this morning!
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I keep most of my “self-talk” in my head. But every once in a while — ooops! It slips out. It’s really embarrasing and I have to try and cover it with a fake excuse that I was saying something else. Because I’ve found I mostly do it when I’m reliving something that has really made me angry and I wished I would have said or done something really clever after-the-fact. So an innocent by-stander might hear something like “Well, at least I don’t have breathe that smells like farts!” or something similar. And, unfortunately, I tend to say it loudly and with “passion.”
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I can’t believe how cutting and witty I was when I recreate a conversation after the fact.
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😉 Me, too!
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Hey! Welcome to the self talking club! I talk to myself a lot too. I consider it helpful. You never know how smart yourself is until you get around to answering yourself. I ask myself questions a lot. And then, I wind up providing the answers. The question asker part of me marvels at how smart I am, and then the answerer simply accepts the self-praise. It really is a satisfying process.
I also talk to my MacBook, and my iPhone, and the thousands of other technological gadgets lying around my house. If I drop an Apple product, I consider it got hurt and apologize to it.
AND I LOVE TALKING TO MY PETS. They listen. No kidding, they do. When I say something I find funny they usually crawl up and sit on my lap, as if they want to hear more of the funny stuff. They understand, I tell you. They understand.
Oh, and just so you know, I’m NOT insane.
Congratulations on being Freshly Pressed!
Ashley, aka TheEverydayMuser
http://www.theeverydaymuser.wordpress.com
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They say that pets know when their owners are sick and need comforting. Not you, of course. I’m sure it’s just comedic appreciation like you said.
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😉
Double FP! Guess what? You’re officially awesome! (At least amongst us here WordPressers)
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Thanks so much for the kind words. I was thrilled, actually!
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OMG, you’ve done it!! Double FP!! I’m so proud.
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WHOOOOO HOOOOO! (trying to look modest while ordering facsimile signature stamp to handle all the forthcoming requests for autographs) Thanks, friend. You’re next!
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Be careful with that: Felicia Day just wrote in that one of her fans from last weekend won a $500 bet by getting her autograph tattooed on his shoulder. She sounded rather flabbergasted as she posted the picture.
I guess the moral is, be careful when you put that signature. 🙂
(oh, and congrats on the FP!!)
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Don’t know who Felicia Day is, but if she’s famous, I’m pleased that she’s not too jaded to be flabbergasted by such a stupid stunt. (thanks!)
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In defense of the therapist, they will probably tell you, it all comes from being attracted to your dad.
But no worries, even therapists talk to themselves. Like me.
In fact, even in silence (like right now) I have a conversation and a song going on in my head…at the same time…all the time…sometimes in different languages-no, I’m not Italian 🙂
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I thought it all boiled down to hating ones mother? Hard to keep these therapy cliches straight.
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Your padded stall awaits you … 🙂 Congrats on freshly pressed!
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The point is avoiding the padded stall! Thanks for the kind words.
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I was combining the padded room and the bathroom stall the lovely young woman was chatting in 🙂 For me, I am getting super close to the padded room if this spring doesn’t come soon! Maybe talking to myself would actually help, though …
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I talk to myself in the shower. It’s also the place most blog ideas are born. Sadly, a blue tooth in the shower may not be a good idea…
Funny post — thanks for the morning laugh!
🙂
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You don’t need the cover in the shower, unless a significant other is bothered. (thanks!)
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I talk to myself as well…in my car. It’s a good place for me to think up of art projects, blog ideas, story ideas, choreography for dance….I also talk to myself in the shower and when no one is home. I am very glad to know that I am not the only one! 🙂
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Insanity loves company.
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I talk to myself…and give myself bonus points because I almost always listen to myself as well. Can’t say that for everyone else!!
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Can say that for very few people.
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My license plate frame says, “ciao bella” with the italian flag so that is all the excuse I need to do the same!!! I love this!
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Hope nobody minds that I’m borrowing Italianism – it’s a compliment!
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Very funny, well written blog!
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Thank you!
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Hilarious, thank you for a brilliantly funny post 🙂
My ma says that talking to yourself is the only way to get a sensible answer. I tried. Doesn’t make the answers any more sensible!
It gets embarrassing when I’m in our archival stack at work talking/singing to myself and one of my colleagues happens across me…
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Don’t be embarassed – just say you’re talking to your imaginary friend! Thanks for the kind words.
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I absolutely loved this blog. I also talk to myself and respond with detailed remarks. I was beginning to think it was really weird but to see the thoughts of talking to one self be posted to the world really shows a hint of comfort.
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Depends on how detailed the remarks are. If you start bringing out charts and graphs to explain to yourself, there may be a problem.
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lol! and i truly mean am i really laughing out loud! and am in the Loughborough public library, i will probably find my place reserved tomorrow now! … but there is comfort in numbers! Now i officially declare myself sane, hehehe … well, the version of less insane up for grabs! everyone i know thinks it is nutty, but i knew i was not alone, that there were ‘others’ just like me, hehehehehe! ahh, problem is, i also like writing too much to just stick to talking, so am kinda like double trouble for those who have to bear witness. but precious, this was funny!
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I have waaaay too much respect for the library to risk you getting your card torn up. Walk quickly to the nearest exit and remain outside until any urge to laugh has passed. (thanks!)
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Wonderful post!
Can’t be any more mad then making up songs to mundane tasks. For instance, getting a pencil bag out of my purse will be accompanied by “GEt-ting my Pe-Eee-ncil out of my Ba-aa-ag!”. People look at you funny but it’s a great way to start a conversation.
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Nothing wrong with that, as long as you can come up with a rhyme “Need a Black-berry, ‘cuz writing’s a draaaag!”
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I think it’s the technology that’s intervening….too much time socializing via PC….
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The last two lines *make* the post. 😉
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I wondered if anybody would get that. Thanks!
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I love the last lines! I believe I have even gone as far as pinky promising myself before 🙂
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If you spit on your hands before you pinky swear, you might be going to far.
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Reading this post, I was thinking about my own habit of talking to myself. I live in a one-bedroom apartment alone, so usually there is no one around to listen or look at me strangely for my self-to-self oral conversation. When I have friends over, I realize that they will respond to my thinking out loud. The friends that know me best, know to ignore me unless I’m making eye contact with them.
I talk to myself walking down the street as well, but this poses a greater problem and generally gets me a few odd glances before I catch myself in the act.
Cell phones are funny because people can appear to be talking to themselves, when, in actuality they are really conversing with someone on the other line. When I worked jobs in food service and people were chatting away on their mobile devices, I sometimes thought they were addressing their conversation to me, until they pointed to their phones of course. People trying to order food while on the phone piss me off, but that’s a different story.
In the car however, talking to yourself really shouldn’t matter. It’s a small, enclosed space, traveling at high speeds and passing up or being passed up by other cars all the time. Everyone is on their way somewhere. No one cares what’s going on in YOUR car. Or, at least I never pay that much attention.
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We’re not as invisible when driving as we’d like to think. Did you never see someone picking their nose in their car?
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I am pretty much in the same situation. I was also raised out in the bush which would have been fine if I wasn’t an only child. I never had imaginary friends, I just talked to myself. Currently I am in University and living in a bachelor apartment in a city where none of my friends or family reside. I find it amusing, but I often catch myself complaining about food in the grocery store, *out loud*. This never really bothers me, I just laugh it off and try not to scare the other shoppers. In situations where I am bored, stressed, or really excited, I often talk aloud to myself but it never catches me as being odd since for me it has being a natural behaviour for so very long.
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I applaud your rugged individualism, but as the mother of 2 college girls, I’m a bit worried, dear. Maybe you could join a club at school – something that interests you, but doesn’t involve playing beer pong?
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So happy to see you on FP (again). I gesture to myself in public, and I wrote a post about that once.
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Thanks so much! I hope they aren’t angry gestures… Congrats on being FP yourself last week!
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Oh, I love this post. And personally, I think you are right. Despite hating those blue tooth things, I think I might get myself a dead one so I can do the same.
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I actually use the Blue-toothy thing to talk on the phone as well. Don’t tell anyone.
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LOL…I love it!!! So I’m NOT the only one who mutters to herself. When taking sign language classes I use to literally talk to myself with my hands! My kids used to even remark, as they say my hands flitting about in the air, that I was talking to myself again.
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Now THAT’S a new twist on talking to oneself!
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now we’ve reached mute point….
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Glad I’m not the only one who answers myself back. Thank you for this blog – as I can now go back to work and say “see – it isn’t only me!”
The only problem with this might be the part where I’ve already admitted to people that I sometimes lose arguments with myself – yep, that’s the bit where they may still have a point.
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The only problem is if you go back to yourself and say “see-it isn’t only me!”
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The great thing about talking to myself is that I am always right!
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There is that…
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Slap an Italian flag bumper sticker on your vehicle, and nobody will think twice about your most in-depth conversations with you, you, and you. Loved the post and congrats on FP’d!
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It would be hard for anyone to look more Irish, but maybe I’ll try that. (thanks for the kind words!)
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Oh, I like your idea! That is why people walk around with those bluetooth things all the time, here I was thinking it was to look busy and powerful and all along it is to cover the potential crazy.
You should be a fly on the wall here at the office at Mountford. We all mutter away to ourselves, it sounds like we are having a great time chatting away to each other but alas we are all losing it a little.
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A roomful of people talking to themselves reminds me of… what was that Jack Nicholson movie with Nurse Ratched?
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Yes….and it’s medication time………..
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I often talk to myself while trail running. Usually I am the only one out there . . . sometimes I’m not . . . and by the time I realize it, it is always too late. I usually just pretend I was talking to my running companion (a 70 pound hound). Great Post.
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Oh, well, talking to your dog is perfectly acceptable. Please carry on.
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pegoleg (i love this name, btw *hahah*) i enjoyed the blog, but i think your reader replies are even funnier *hahaha*
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You’re right – people come up with a lot of funny stuff! Thanks for stopping by.
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Rereading this, I think it may have been a compliment for me that I took as a compliment for my readers. Duh!
On behalf of all of us, thank you.
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Imagine my surprise when I was notified that I have 100 new messages-all having to do with my dear sisters RAMBLINGS!!! I don’t know what freshly pressed is but congrat’s to you! MKC
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Thanks big sis! It means my shirts are done at the laundry.
Sorry about all the comments in your email. I’d tell you how to turn it off, but as the Wizard said when his balloon floated out of the Emerald City “I don’t know how to work this thing.”
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LOL I always give advise to other drivers, even when other people are in the car. Mostly because I usually need to vent my frustration. I also talk to my cat a lot, but I figure that is in reality a conversation with the cat, since normally the cat will meow back.
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I’m with you, but I suspect my cat is not really responding, just doing a loop of 2 phrases, both commands: “Feed me!” and “sit down so I can curl up in your lap!”
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I always talk and sing and dance like an idiot while sitting and sometimes scream in the car. I am not sure I even care enough what people think to wear a bluetooth headset . . . but I like the idea just the same. 🙂
My problem is I have roommates, so sometimes I cannot be entirely sure I am by myself. They might be in their rooms without me knowing it and hear the ramblings that are going on in my head and coming out through my mouth.
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Maybe you can invest in a couple of those “The Doctor is IN/OUT” signs for your bedroom doors?
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how do you know you’re not in a padded cell right now lost in a fantasy that you’re free, out in the world, writing blogs and stuff? i mean how do we really know anything? and as you go about talking to yourself, the orderlies are laughing as they change your restraints. could be, bunny rabbit, could be…
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I often think that Rod Serling could be just around the corner with the camera, and I’m really living in a Twilight Zone episode. Could be, three-toed sloth, could be…
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great post! I get all my blog ideas when I’m talking to myself too.. mostly in the car and in the shower.. maybe that’s weird? Good ideas always come from the weirdest places.
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I rarely have shower ideas – no time. We have a well, so conserve water to the point of taking military showers when the temperature is above 50.
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I too write or compose blog posts in my car. It keeps me from getting bored on the 25 minute drive or longer if I get behind someone who insists on going 15 miles below the limit.
Sometimes talking to one’s self is the only way to have an intelligent comment.
Loved the post.
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It might be a sign that you are a CMT, like me (Compulsive Multi-Tasker). This is another post idea that I’m mentally marinating – maybe I’ll get to it on the next long car ride.
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This sounds like my life! The minute my last child left, I started talking out loud about everything under the sun. Then I decided to turn on the Weather Channel and just leave it on as background company–whether I’m anywhere near the TV or not– and that made me hush–just a little. I also talk to the dog non-stop. How can you chat everyday for 23 years and suddenly stop? Congrats on FP!
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My youngest trotted off to college a few months ago – do you think this might be cause and effect? (thanks!)
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That was very funny! I especially enjoyed this part; “they think I’m on the phone, and that I’m Italian.”
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Thanks so much!
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Wow you are so hilarious! But I have to admit, I do it too. It’s okay. Really. Just keep that promise, because that would be kind of creepy if you answered in voices you don’t know. I love your line that people will think you’re Italian. That’s amazing. hehe Congrats on FP!
-Tia
❤
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Thanks for the kind words. Seems like many of us talk to ourselves, but I don’t know if that makes it normal. Could just mean there are a lot of ABnormal people around.
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Great post. I have to agree with you on the talking on the phone in the bathroom part. Please do yourself, the person on the other end, and anyone else who uses the phone a favor and put it down when you must visit the restroom.
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Amen, Sister! (Brother?) Amen!
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Oh Peg, younger sister of mine. EVERYONE talks to themselves, don’t you know? Even when you have 8 siblings for an audience. Of course, there is the not listening factor. That would be the Jung interpretation – latent sexual conflicts with the ID and Ego would be in Freud’s realm.
By the way, answering yourself is OK as long as the personality doesn’t change. If it does, you WILL be with nurse Ratched and RP McMurphy in the Cuckoos Nest (love that film).
FP again. So proud of you. (NO, you’re jealous, admit it) No, I’m not. – she deserves it. (But, maybe I could do this blogging thing, too???) Oh, be quiet, mind.
Tee hee. Way to go!
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Thanks Tar! Looks like you’ve got a little Sybil action going there. I’d be concerned, if I didn’t know it was normal (for you).
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Sybil isn’t home right now. Call back later.
(Posted this wrong…I’m learning)
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Someone brought Vygotsky into the discussion in an earlier comment. I don’t know if I should be pleased that I have such intelligent readers, or concerned that everyone thinks of psychologists when they read my stuff.
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Three-toed sloth. Ga-Zing!!! Made me spew my cocktail, I laughed so hard – out loud (but, did NOT talk out loud, not that Pat would listen, mind you… Matty did come check things out but she’s a dog so it’s OK, right?) 🙂
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Tell Matty I’m sorry and pour another cocktail. I wasn’t quite sure what was up with the bunny comment.
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Cute post! RE: those that talk to themselves…in the movie “Always” there is a scene with a homeless guy and it looks like he’s talking to himself….until you see the ghost…..are you SURE you’re alone?
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I LOVE that movie, Always. You’re right … are we alone? The spirits are with us, communicating, making us reply. One reason why we speak out loud when it appears we are alone.
I am so enjoying this blog. I agree with an earlier comment saying that while the blog itself was great, the posts and your replies, Peg, are hilarious. Love it!
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Thanks Guitar Woman! I know the spirits are with us when the Jim Beam bottle is open, but otherwise???
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That’s a good excuse – I’ll have to use it.
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I very much enjoyed this post 🙂
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I’m glad you stopped by my blog!
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hahaha!!! i talk to myself all the time. and i mean all the time. i got in trouble once for talking to myself. 🙂 congrats on FP!!
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It looks like they let you out, so maybe not TOO serious trouble.
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Great idea! I’ve often thought people with bluetooths in their ears look like characters out of Star Trek who are they’re talking to themselves. Now you can be one, too, and get away with it. Fantastic. Congrats on being fresh pressed!
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Yeah, I keep calling for Scottie to beam me up, but so far – nothing.
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wonderful post! And yes having a bluetooth device will help 🙂
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Thank you – I hope so.
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Enjoyed reading your blog. Thanks
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Haha, I like the way you say you like to give others advice while driving!
I do this too…. my mother says I need anger management. Next time I’ll just say I am just dispensing advice, just like you!
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We’re just being helpful. Is that bad?
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Fabulous post. Congrats on being Freshly Pressed.
I love the idea of using bluetooth to give the impression you are talking to someone else. Will you use it in the public bathrooms though and have everyone wonder about your hygiene too? Maybe you could also put a mannequin in the passenger seat while driving so they will think you are not alone. (a la Seinfeld)
Keep up the talking and the writing to make these interesting posts!
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Thanks for the kind comments. I do NOT use the phone in the bathroom (at least not in public. I didn’t say that.)
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lol…your secret is safe with me and the 1,000’s on WordPress!
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Y’all won’t tell, right?
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I don’t think you have to worry about talking to yourself in different voices — that’s just doing impressions. When you need to start worrying is when you get mad and yourself and refuse to speak to yourself until you apologize — then you have problems! Great post — congrats on being Freshly Pressed!
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I hate when the fight is so bad I make me sleep on the couch.
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Oh, man, do I love talking to myself in my car. I don’t have a car radio so it can get pretty dang boring and I’ll just start singing a random song in the car. And I have to say bluetooths makes it harder to spot the crazy people in the city because the bluetooth people toss their arms in the air and never stop talking to themselves. So, definitely get yourself a bluetooth!
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Maybe we should institute a sanity test in order to use one – like a carry permit – so we can tell the loonies from the (giving the appearance of) sane.
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Well. At least it seems as though you have enough interesting things to say to keep yourself occupied!
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Yes, but I’m easily amused.
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i’m more into monologues myself…. hehehehe… great article.
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Monologues, soliloquys; it’s all good.
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Ha, I do that! I walk down the street and suddenly realise I’m talking to myself and have to pretend I’m on wireless …
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Now I’ve had to take on a double disguise. If I’m on the Bluetooth and I go into a store, I take out my cell phone and press it to the other ear so people (who can’t see the little ear-gizmo) don’t think I’m talking to them. This is getting complicated.
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Congrats on being freshly pressed…
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Thanks for stopping by and chiming in.
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It’s okay to talk to yourself. Nobody’s a better listener than yourself.
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Too true!
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LOL!
Years ago, when cell phones became ever so popular (yes, I am THAT old), I knew that this IS the best disguise for people who talk to themselves.
And why shouldn’t we? I think I am interesting and I do like the sound of my voice :-p
But there are dangers with this disguise..:
I once saw from a distance a former ex, walking down the road. Now, I really didn;t want to talk to her so I pretended I was on my mobile.. and guess what happend???
Yep, just as she was approaching me, (and while I am talking to this “mysterious caller”) the bloody phone rang!
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Call waiting – no prob!
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Do not worry, dear. It would be very impolite to not answer yourself!
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Oh, the manners justification. Elegant!
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In my culture, talking to yourself is apparently the very first sign of madness.
I say answering back is the first sign of sanity!
Congrats on being FP!
K
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You look sane to me! (thanks)
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So much me and I its amazing. Your blog is so great
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Thanks for stopping by!
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Sweet! I remember one day when I was in college, seeing a woman sitting outside Wal-Mart screaming at/to herself. I immediately checked to see if she had a cell phone. Nope, no cell phone, just plenty of crazy. Little did I suspect I find her webpage years later! :p
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I have never even been to that city. Wherever it is.
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High Five – i can SO identify 😉 Great post and congrats on FP
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Thanks for the nice comment!
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I do that for job interviews or improving my accent to sound less Asian. I have a quiet voice so sometimes I practice “shouting”. Only with the bathroom mirror though…
Actually I do reprimand myself if I do something silly like call myself idiot if I bang my knee on the edge of the bed. Maybe I’m closer to funny farm than I assume…
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That actually makes sense. I also vocalize when I bang my knee on the edge of the bed, but I’m usually heaping wrath on the bed, not my knee.
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My exfiance’s family is the Mexican mafia. I met him when I was in college in Arizona in 1998. Eventually his and my relationship did not work out, because to put it lightly my parents were not in to it. It is strange because my father loves his brothers so much and admires them, so I know that he understands deep love, but he is not thrilled when I make that kind of connection. Anyway, in 2002 I went back out to AZ for one last shot at giving it a go with my exfiance. My sister and her husband even came out and took me to Walmart and bought me some sheets and a blue glass casserol dish, one of the 8×8, square one. So of course I felt that I should put it to good use to I decided to make my ex (Tom) dinner one night. I made oyster stew and home made apple crisp. Tom said that the oyste stew needed more seasoning. Anyway, right before I went to serve him the meal he tried to eat a little of it and I started to talk to myself to get him to stop. I think because I had not tried it yet. He said to me “that is the first time that I have ever seen you talk to yourself”. I think that talking to ourselves is a form of defense.
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O-kay.
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Just in the name of being straight forward I just realized from your reply that you are female. Your picture in your website with all of the funny stuff on your head had me thinking that you were a man. You look like my uncle Jude in that picture and when I responded I thought that I was talking to a man.
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Oh, sorry to confuse! That’s not really me, just a picture I liked because the person looks so cheerfully zany.
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You are not alone. I talk to myself all of the time. The problem is I also move my lips when I do it, which is very weird to the people around me. I have 4 brothers and a sister, and two of my brothers do the very same thing. One of them is much worse than me, even moving his hands when he does it. Weird…
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It’s fascinating to try to decide how many of our traits are nature and how many are nurture. Once, I caught my then-7-year-old daughter turning her head a certain way, with a certain look in her eye, and it was my grandmother come to life! Then it was gone and never repeated.
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When I was reading this last comment; before mine… here, just now and I am alone and I swallowed and my lips closed even that started to feel weird. Then again it is hard to know when people are being serious about this.
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Ah, by the title I was hoping for tips to use tech to avoid having people realize that you’re crazy.
Like, holding a cell phone while you walk around ranting in front of other people – that way they think you’re just on the phone.
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Um, that’s what I said. Not too clearly, apparently.
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well, at least when you talk to yourself, you know that someone is listening.
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Not always. I can be rude to me, that way.
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I think everyone talks to themselves at some time or another. They just don’t admit it. Especially when you do something funny or stupid you laugh and comment on it. I for one believe it’s totally normal…..whatever that is.
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There really is a fine line between normal and…otherwise.
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As a Greek girl I have been talking with my hands in my car and getting stares from other drivers for years.
Great post.
Blessings,
Ava
xox
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“talking with my hands in my car” has me envisioning you and your hands having a little chat with one another, ala Shari Lewis and her hand puppets, while driving down the road. I don’t know why – just struck me as funny. Thanks for the kind comments and blessings – I can always use those.
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I talk to myself all the time, and I don’t hate my mom. 🙂 On that O’Hare incident. One word: SICK!!
Congratulations on being FP!!
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Sick, but oh, so common nowadays. Thanks!
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I’m with you. If I’m stressed about something, I like to talk my way through my problem while driving. I put my hands-free device in my ear and then I don’t feel like such a crazy person!
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As long as it’s hands-free listening and not hands-free driving, we should be OK.
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Thanks for stopping by – glad to have you and your friends.
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As the years pass I find talking to myself to be an untapped find of new friends.
The only problem is when I can’t hear what their saying.
Cheers on getting FP!
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“Friends” plural might be cause for alarm. Just a thought. (thanks!)
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I love it! Absolutely. ^_^
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Seems like many people we THINK are talking on their phones, are really having a one-on-one for one.
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I’m glad it’s not just me. I live by myself, so I hold elaborate conversations with myself. My theory is, since I’m very auditory, I need to vocalize to figure stuff out. Either that, or I’ve popped my cork.
I remember an episode of the old Dick Van Dyke show in which Rob was alone in the house for a weekend, and he started talking to himself. At one point he mused aloud, “I wonder if it’s okay to talk to yourself when you’re alone? It’s better than talking to yourself when you’re NOT alone, I’ll tell you that….”
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Hearing is one way to learn, and I think the act of SAYING it while hearing adds another possible way in to the brain. When I was in college, I did best studying for tests by using all senses. I had this sing-song mantra for the method: Read (past tense), Wrote, Said, Heard. Sorry to inject a serious note here… For taste you could go for chewing on a #2 Ticondaroga.
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Congrats on Freshly Pressed!
This sounds like a talk from the Andy Rooney files, which by the way is a compliment.
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I’m flattered! I would love to have his job – getting paid for griping about all the stuff that bugs me. “Didja ever notice that…?”
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sometimes talking to yourself is the only way to have an intelligent conversation.
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I noticed a lot of people think that.
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You made laugh…=) Thank you for the post.. this is the first blog i read today and you just put a smile and face. thank you!
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Glad you stopped by. Hope you are able to keep that smile for the rest of the day.
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Great and cool. i love this post! hi hi
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Thanks for the kind words – they’re appreciated!
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Not to worry. You obviously like intelligent conversation, and who better to talk to than the smartest person you know.
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I’m far from the smartest person I know; I’m just sympatico with me.
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Congratulations on your freshly pressed post. I love it. I am always and forever talking to myself. Sometimes I like my responses and sometimes I don’t but I always love when I get to sing with myself! Yay!
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Are you so much in demand that it is hard to get the opportunity to sing with yourself? (thanks!)
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I talk to myself too, only not out loud in most times.. But I do talk aloud to myself even if there’s a lot of people around me if I need to figure out something difficult..it helps! I’ve known that this is a good habit since long, especially if you live alone and have no friends to talk to. So no matter what people say, I continue doing it. Glad to know there’s someone even ‘worst’ than me 😀
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As long as you and yourself are getting along, no worries.
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THis post had me laughing several times. And I like laughing openly! The more times the better, don’t I…Yes…of course…Wait, I’m talking to myself!!
Congrats on the Freshness of being Pressed!
Dug
http://thf2.wordpress.com
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Laughing: good. More laughing: gooder.
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Love the way you write! 🙂
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Aw shucks! (thanks)
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This is just too funny. I am so with you!!
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If you’re with me, I’m not talking to myself.
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Fantastic! I did not spit out my breakfast smoothie…but I would have if I’d taken a sip first. Thank goodness I didn’t because that would be really hard to clean off my laptop.
A lot of my self-talk goes on in my head. I do talk to the tv, the radio, other cars, the cat, the fish, the frog, and the dogs but most of my self-talk goes through my head as my characters talk to eachother (or yell, as the case may be).
When I was working through The Artist’s Way, I learned to take myself on Artist’s Dates. I discovered that I really like dating myself. I told my husband I would definitely be taking myself out again. I drew the line at texting myself though.
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I do hope you’re not a cheap or easy date.
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I prefer to think of myself as frugal and nondifficult.
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You go right ahead.
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Haha, I’m curious, what do you talk about when you’re just walking around your house? I used to talk to myself when I was kid and was told to stop.
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I do a lot of self-nagging; “clean up, you slob”, that sort of thing. I address many comments to the cat, though, because that gives me some cover.
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Haha, I sing out loud to myself in public which is my main thing, the bus is a prime example.
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Putting “out loud”, “to myself” and “public” in one sentence is where you might have some problems. But you’re probably assured a seat on the bus when the other passengers clear a wide berth around you.
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Thank god I’m not alone. Great post.
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We’re in this together! (thanks)
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Here’s another thing those bluetooth ear buds are good for. Even if you aren’t on the phone you can pretend you are to get out of people begging you to buy their stuff on the street or where ever you are. You politely say “Oh I’m on the phone right now I’m sorry” as you carry on your imaginary conversation. Hopefully your phone won’t ring while you’re doing that.
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Most of those people on the street are carrying on their own internal monologues, anyway.
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Very funny post 🙂
Cheers
Niconica
http://niconica.wordpress.com
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Thank you for stopping by the blog.
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Funny post! I don’t talk to myself out loud very often (most of my convos with me, myself and I are all in my head!). However, I’ve caught my husband talking to his image in the mirror quite often. So thanks for clearing things up for me – he’s just like you, he’s normal, right? Right??? 😀
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Well, I don’t know if I’d go quite that far…
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here i was thinking it was just me!
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You are not alone.
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Thank you for your blog, this is very useful to me. Because I was new in the world of bloggers so please guidance yes.
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Oh, I don’t follow them to bug them! 😛 I continue the conversation internally, so seem absent-minded more often than not..the ” no harm done” applies to THEM.
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One of the reasons being ‘hate your mother’. That cracked me up.
Thank you for sending me the link to this, PegOLeg. This is excellent! With regards to my own conversations – I’m out, loud and proud! (smile)
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Ray Kurzweil, the tech futurology guru reckons we are shortly going to start having implants connected to the internet. With all those voices answering us in our head I wonder if we will know when to seek professional help 🙂
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Good point! Will have to ask our schizophrenic voices to speak with an accent.
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