Day 262 of 365: “So…” Said I, to Me. Upon which, Us then responded…
A co-worker caught me in the middle of a not-so-inner-monologue moment this afternoon, mid “Well that’s not a half bad idea”, and felt compelled to ask half smart assedly, “Who are you talking too?”
Who am I talking too?
I suppose it’s something of a bad habit, or just plan ole fashion weird, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve always talked to myself out loud. It for lack of better reasoning just seems to make sense. Under certain circumstances it tends to relax me. It makes it a bit easier to organize thoughts when I can actually hear them, rather then simply bouncing them aimlessly around the backwashed echoes of my head. Often more then not, when an writing idea comes to me, I will in most cases actually toss the thoughts out there verbally while working the bays, even rehears lines I’ve conjured up for my fiction work, just to see what they sound like outside of my head. Typically it is met with little fanfare or attention. The bays are after all a rather clamorous amalgamation of operating machinery, grumbling diesel rigs, hissing high pressure water wands, and yes, loud mouthed co-workers. Basically, it’s a noisy environment. As such typically my outwardly attempts at personal peer pressure, and suggestive persuasion go unnoticed, but there are those rare occasions when quite suddenly and quite unexpectedly…Some one notices.
Granted, I can understand the strange factor one might sense upon making the observation of someone such as myself speaking quite clearly, rationally, and occasionally intensely to himself. I do after all recall when Bluetooth first hit the market, and the concern I’d felt when trying to decide as to the best way to approach drivers that appeared to be deeply consumed in a very serious and lengthy conversation with no one other then themselves. “Cautiously” had been a word that had tip toed its way to the fore front of my mind.
Typically no one notices my verbally expressive rants of personal self indulgent, file shuffling and fictional character development. Today someone noticed. And to answer their question…
I said, “I’m talking to me. There’s no one else here I wants to talk too right now.”
Sometimes I really am my own best friend.
Friday, January 16th. 2009
Day 262 of 365: “So…” Said I, to Me. Upon which, Us then responded…
A co-worker caught me in the middle of a not-so-inner-monologue moment this afternoon, mid “Well that’s not a half bad idea”, and felt compelled to ask half smart assedly, “Who are you talking too?”
Who am I talking too?
I suppose it’s something of a bad habit, or just plan ole fashion weird, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve always talked to myself out loud. It for lack of better reasoning just seems to make sense. Under certain circumstances it tends to relax me. It makes it a bit easier to organize thoughts when I can actually hear them, rather then simply bouncing them aimlessly around the backwashed echoes of my head. Often more then not, when an writing idea comes to me, I will in most cases actually toss the thoughts out there verbally while working the bays, even rehears lines I’ve conjured up for my fiction work, just to see what they sound like outside of my head. Typically it is met with little fanfare or attention. The bays are after all a rather clamorous amalgamation of operating machinery, grumbling diesel rigs, hissing high pressure water wands, and yes, loud mouthed co-workers. Basically, it’s a noisy environment. As such typically my outwardly attempts at personal peer pressure, and suggestive persuasion go unnoticed, but there are those rare occasions when quite suddenly and quite unexpectedly…Some one notices.
Granted, I can understand the strange factor one might sense upon making the observation of someone such as myself speaking quite clearly, rationally, and occasionally intensely to himself. I do after all recall when Bluetooth first hit the market, and the concern I’d felt when trying to decide as to the best way to approach drivers that appeared to be deeply consumed in a very serious and lengthy conversation with no one other then themselves. “Cautiously” had been a word that had tip toed its way to the fore front of my mind.
Typically no one notices my verbally expressive rants of personal self indulgent, file shuffling and fictional character development. Today someone noticed. And to answer their question…
I said, “I’m talking to me. There’s no one else here I wants to talk too right now.”
Sometimes I really am my own best friend.
Friday, January 16th. 2009