Yep, that’s right. I talk to myself.
Not always. But often. Especially when M is at work. And E is in bed. But I do it when they are both here, and awake too.
I just caught myself in the kitchen. And it made me laugh.
Yep. Sometimes I make myself laugh, too.
Sometimes I have entire made up conversations with someone else. As in, this is what I would say to so-and-so if I could. Or better yet, this is what I should have said to so-and-so when I had the chance.
Funny thing is, I don’t read out loud. And I don’t really pray out loud, unless I’m praying with others.
But I talk to myself.
That is, of course, when I’m not singing whatever song happens to be in my head at the moment. Seriously, just ask any of my family or former co-workers. They’ll tell you.
Because there is always a song in my head. Always.
When I lay down at night and when I awake in the morning. Some song, or even sometimes, multiple songs, are going through my brain.
When I watched the movie Momma Mia! I had ABBA songs stuck in my head for days. I can’t watch that movie anymore. Or listen to ABBA. Not unless I’m prepared to go to bed singing Dancing Queen into my pillow for the next week.
Maybe I talk to override the music?
I don’t know.
I just know I’m probably weird.
I talk to myself. And I’m always singing something.
So don’t be surprised if you ever hear me say something and you think I’m talking to you and when you ask I say, “oh, nothing.”
Chances are good, I was really talking to me. 🙂