Talking With Myself

I talk to myself. Actually, since I came to this realization and started paying attention, I am amazed at how often I converse out loud. Now, I am including everything from the disgusted mumbling under my breath to the all out conversations I occasionally have with myself and everything in-between. Before you ask, yes, I do answer myself on occasion and I give myself some really good advice and most of the time I am brutally honest. I have caught myself in a few little white lies, but we have talked about it and I think that little issue is getting much better. 

My favorite is when I have conversations in the car with other drivers. Because of the communication barrier large metal vehicles pose, I find myself filling in their portion of the conversation for them as well. I am amazed at how nice and apologetic they can be even though I have just cussed them out at the top of my lungs. Unfortunately, their driving abilities rarely improve even though I have offered many constructive suggestions as to what they have done wrong and what would make future situations more tolerable for all parties involved. Maybe I need to work on my telepathy skills a little more in order for the conversations to be truly valuable.

Just yesterday I was in the store and couldn't help myself for exclaiming out loud my sheer amazement at the cost of patio cushions.  Really, $25 for one chair cushion that goes OUTSIDE, to be destroyed by the elements and replaced within 2 years. For our outdoor table with 6 chairs that would be $150 in cushions and I bought the entire set for $198. So essentially, I bought the table and chairs for $48 and the rest was to have the 6 cushions. Come on, I can't buy a single cushion because I know I am being royally screwed and after discussing it with myself, out loud, I left the store without any cushions.  I am sure that if anyone listened in on my conversation with myself they would have completely agreed with my rant, but alas, the fact I was ranting to myself might have stopped them from actually listening to the words. On the bright side, my little conversation saved me a boat load of money!

Occasionally, my conversations aren't received very well even in my own home. You would think that after this many years living with me they would all be used to it. Sometimes my family overhears conversations that might unintentionally offend them or cause a little discomfort. I have noticed this usually occurs when I am cleaning the house and I am conversing with myself about my sheer amazement that they are completely incapable of picking up after themselves. Once in a while I might raise my voice a little if I stumble upon a 3 day old food plate or half drank milk glass shoved under the sofa, but  again, I am only talking to myself during these discoveries.  If my cleaning up conversations makes them that uncomfortable they might try to avoid the entire situation by putting a little effort into preventing my rant inducing discoveries, just a thought.

As far as I am concerned, I think my little conversations are completely within the acceptable behavior category. After all, I am not hurting anyone. Occasionally, I help myself to save money although some conversations have been known to convince myself that a certain purse or pair of shoes was a vital purchase regardless of the seemingly outrageous price tag. My family seems to become extremely motivated following their occasional eavesdropping sessions and a side bonus is that my house gets cleaned much faster. So really, I just see a tremendous amount of win win situations resulting from conversations with myself. My self must be a pretty smart girl.