I am not sure if you know this but I talk to myself. Pretty much constantly. Out loud.
I used to talk to the cats, but I got tired of being ignored on a constant basis. WHAT ABOUT MY NEEDS, DAMNIT?!
I’m not sure when I started to talk to myself, but I kind of keep up a running commentary on whatever it is I’m thinking about, or reading or watching on TV.
A prime of example of this is that I have been watching Top Chef Texas and there is one contestant who works my last nerve so badly that I practically grind my teeth when she walks onscreen. (Her name is Heather)
I hate her so much.
So every time I watch the show I start muttering about her various deficiencies, shortcomings and irritating habits. I want her to spontaneously combust into a fat human candle with a stupid laugh and a manipulative cuntiness.
So there is that.
It happens when I’m reading the news online, which I do because the news anchors and reporters on TV were so annoying that it was impossible for me to get angry at the actual news.
I am a mutterer. This does not bode well for my eventual old age. OH, who am I kidding? It’s six of one and two threes of another that I’ll even make old age. Better to get all the old lady tics and twitches in while I can.