“One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least somebody’s listening.”
Today is another lovely day. It rained last night. I could hear it as I fell asleep. The night got chilly, but I left my window open any way. This morning I heard the birds and thought it a wonderful way to wake up.
The trees are getting so leafy my neighbors’ houses will soon disappear. My deck in summer always feels isolated like a small island in the middle of nowhere. In the winter I can see four houses down to my friends’ house, but in summer I see only a bit of the house closest to me. I like that sense of peace, that aloneness.
I talk out loud. No one is here to listen, but I do it anyway. Sometimes I ask myself where I left what I’m looking for like a book and now and then my glasses. The other night I opened the fridge door, stood looking and wondered what to have for dinner. I directed that question to Gracie but she just cocked her head and walked away. When I banged my hand a while back, I cursed out loud because I believe that unspoken curses have little or no effect and provide no outlet for emotion. An article in the paper sometimes has me mumbling or grousing. I make comments to the TV and often correct grammar. I scoff at action which seems too outrageous. Baseball games make me crazy, and I know a strike-out with men on base is cause for those curses I mentioned earlier. “What are you doing?” is another out loud comment usually said to the batter swinging at obvious balls. If I knew it was a ball, why the heck didn’t that batter?
I don’t remember when I started talking aloud. I have lived here alone since 1977, and I bet I’ve spoken aloud many, many times over the years. I’ve never been worried about it, but should I ever get an answer, some rethinking might be in order.
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May 20, 2014 at 1:15 pm
The 7 year old and I went at it over dinner last night over the issue of “Maleficent” and Ms Jolly. Prince, says I, wont this movie be too scary for you ? Pumpa you are the one that will be scared responds the Prince.
I was going to suggest what man wouldn’t be scared of Angelina Jolie, but thought better of it.
I threw down a few face saving taunts about The Prince and his interlude with Belle at the Magic Kingdom and was suitably rebuked. Do you need to sit next to Grandma if we watch “Maleficent” in 3D was my last failing question and I received the appropriate response.
Angelina, The Prince and Pumpa are on the clock
May 20, 2014 at 4:21 pm
My Dear Hedley,
It is nice of The Prince to have your well-being in mind. Pumpa should not see a scary movie.
He is a bit far away from Angelina Jolie but that will come.
It is easy to see The Prince has your number. I’d be on my toes if I were you!
May 20, 2014 at 1:42 pm
Talking to one’s self is normal behavior because your brain is attuned to what comes in through your ears rather than what your brain tells itself. Are you answering yourself? Having a complete conversation with one’s self is borderline nuts. You can think to yourself, “what do you want for supper?” But having the conversation out loud, “How about the leftovers from last night?, no I think I would rather go out for Chinese or Mexican”, seems very strange.
Another beautiful day I am missing by being at work but I am taking tomorrow off. I need to get my car washed so it will probably rain over the weekend.
May 20, 2014 at 4:28 pm
Bob,
No, I’m not answering myself, not even the questions. The TV doesn’t answer either and nor does Gracie. That last one I’m glad about as she would be quite the talker. I’m usually just speculating.
It was lovely here too but now is quite cloudy. I think more rain is due which is good as we’ve been dry.
May 20, 2014 at 2:31 pm
I’ve always been talking to myself, can’t remember when I didn’t actually. But I’ve always seen it as thinking loud 🙂
Really nice here today, the thunderstorm yesterday missed us mostly but I could see lightning up on the mountain. I’ve been thinking of having my bedroom window open tfrom now on but it does fall to around 35 during night so I think I’ll wait for a while longer.
I have one spot where I still can see my closest neighbor so I need to place something there this summer. They are really nice people but that doesn’t mean I want to see them every time I pass that spot 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
May 20, 2014 at 4:31 pm
Christer,
I like that: thinking aloud as that is actually what I do.
My room gets cold at night with the window open, down to the low 40’s. I think we are done with the 30’s for which I am quite happy. Today is now a bit raw with no sun.
My neighbors are all close on the street, but the trees work wonders. The house beside me is empty all winter, and I never see one neighbor across the street. I mostly see the ones with kids.
Have a great evening!
May 20, 2014 at 3:12 pm
This post describes me all the way…I live by myself and I talk to myself all day, and it gets worse when I watch baseball.. My adopted Mom (who has listened to Dad for years while he yells at the TV set) will sometimes look at the both of us and say, “That’s right. Those players know EXACTLY what you are saying. They are listening to you right now. You think you can make a difference?” Ah, sarcasm…the source of Irish wit…it always makes me smile….
I think I read somewhere that talking to yourself is a sign of superior intelligence…I think we should both have doctorates by now..
Memorial Day is soon upon us…we now have to give up our lovely areas for the coming horde of tourists…enjoy your weekend!
Waving from atop a sand dune,
Coleen
May 20, 2014 at 4:35 pm
Coleen,
Their not hearing my comments makes little difference. I need to say them for my own peace (or is it piece here) of mind. I have to admit that sarcasm and I are on great terms!
I like that-superior intelligence.
They have been working on the Sagamore Bridge for months. There have been only single lanes on each side, coming and going. They have stopped until fall-a sure indicator that the hoards of tourists are packing their bags!
Waving from the deck!!
May 20, 2014 at 8:27 pm
Hi Kat,
I’m another one that talks to myself or thinks out loud, if you will. Of course Rocky is usually around me somewhere so I can always say I’m talking to him. I yell at the TV, too. Since I mostly watch documentaries, science programs and C-SPAN, much of my “yelling” is really the confused puppy head tilt followed by “You’re an idiot, aren’t you?”
The other thing I do is have conversations with friends in my head. It’s more a variation of “I wonder what So-and-So would think/say about this?” Of course, I’m always brilliant and very amusing in these imaginary conversations.
I can see my neighbors in all directions except behind my house. The swamp hides everything in that direction and provides much entertainment in the form of deer, coyotes, foxes, other small mammals and many, many birds. I like to be out in the back of my house. Rocky prefers to lie on the front lawn and watch the neighbors.
It was cool and sunny up here.
Enjoy the evening.
May 20, 2014 at 8:35 pm
Hi Caryn,
I also figure I can blame the dog besides I do talk to you about stuff about which she has no opinion. She answers treats or out but not much else.
I watch some TV programs, baseball and lots of movies. I wonder loud if the writers think I’m an idiot given the stupidity of what happened or who said what.
Gracie loves looking out the front door and barking at every dog walked by the house. In the backyard she can’t see what’s going on so she stands on the end of the deck, her only view of the front so she can have an excuse to bark in an unwelcome manner.
It is damp and chilly now.
Have a wonderful evening!
May 20, 2014 at 9:10 pm
Curses and comments on games must be loud. It’s inevitable. Of course I know better what professional soccer players should do 😉
Fridges with internet connection are already available, so one day your fridge will answer. No gadget for me, I couldn’t bear that my fridge is smarter than me.
May 20, 2014 at 9:24 pm
Birgit,
I also know what pitches baseball players should be swinging at.
The whole idea of a talking fridge is scary. The computer and iPad are more than enough for me.