Yes, I talk to myself. And I’m not referring to that under-your-breath muttering. I can carry on a full-volume, out-loud conversation. All alone. Out in public. It goes something like this, “Hmmm… I don’t know. I think this bread looks pretty good. What do you think? Isn’t this the kind we usually get?” See the problem?
Once I realize I am now standing near a very uncomfortable fellow-patron, I look straight at them, do my best to providing a reassuring smile, cart my item, and walk away. No sense in explaining myself. Can you imagine trying to explain every socially awkward situation we find ourselves in? Eeeexactly…
It’s all Kirsten’s fault. No, seriously… I know as parents we consider it our birthright to blame everything on our children. But in this case, it is absolutely true.
For so many years she went everywhere with me. It was bound to happen… the result of spending all that time talking to her without getting a reply. I would carry on a conversation with her as I would anybody else. Who knows how much she understands? I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt! After so many years of having these one-sided conversations, it’s… well… rather engrained!
Sure, there are probably droves of people who think I’m just a bit off my rocker. I am fine with that. Because, you see, Kirsten is now much more likely to answer me. Did you hear that?!! Kirsten is much more likely to answer me!
That is worth every stranger-stare-down I ever received. Times ten.
Yes, that’s me, talking to myself again. Small price to pay, wouldn’t you say??!
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