Me and I...It's Forever...

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...


I: What?


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!

In which I tell you how I'm so friggin' tired and I'm going to sleep...

What?! I said I'm tired...of course you're staring at a blank space! Seesh...

Peace out...