I have this deep fear.
That when I grow older, I'll start talking out loud, to no one in particular but to myself.
I do it now. I talk to myself all the time. I do enjoy the cozy twosome.
The only difference is that, when I indulge in conversations-with-self, no one can hear what's being said. It's a silent spoken communication.
In my head:
Me: Have I really talked about X to someone or was it to myself?
I: Oh God! I can't remember. Was it a real conversation?
Me: I think not.
I: Dear God! I'm going crazy...
Yesterday, on my way for a smoking break, from afar, I saw a man, gesticulating wildly to no one in particular. Since I'm short-sighted, I didn't spot the phone in his hands.
Me: This guy is nuts.
I: Uh huh. *snicker*
Me: Uh oh...
Me: Don't you see it?
I: Oh shucks! He's talking to someone on his phone. He's not nuts.
Me: He does look like one though. I mean I can't do that, you know. Plugging a pair of ear pieces to my phone and then someone calls and I pick up and I whisper loudly on the attached mic.
I: I know what you mean. I can't have people throwing me weird looks!
Me: But do you remember, years ago, you were doing the same ish? Talking to Honey Lips while you are standing in a crowded bus, hanging on to your dear life? It is pretty useful sometimes, ain't it?
An audible growl from I...
I: Fuck you looking at?
Me: You growled and she heard you! *giggle*
I: Ha! She must think I'm crazy.
And now, I blogged it!