Right?
People do it all the time while cooking, cleaning, driving, making love, on the throne, doing laundry, watching tv, sitting at work, you know all the time. Or so I would like to think hahaha
I have a habit of telling the people in the slow ass car in front of me to move it even though I know damn well they can't hear me, I just hope they notice the frustration fuming from my eyes enough to know better and get the fuck out of the way.
Other scenario is me actually yelling at the top of my lungs "GET THA HELL OUT OF THE WAY! Old people!" while rolling my eyes and honking, then passing them and seeing that they are in fact old timers. Well you know what .....they should stay out of the drivers seat as far as I'm concerned or get tossed aside by my beetle.
Just when does it become unhealthy to talk to just you?
I happen to be creative so I like to make different scenarios up all of the time. I did so just last night as I was buying a gift for Derek for daddy's day, because let's face it he is the best of the best.
I saw someone who grossly resembled my ex from the back, so I told myself...play it cool, he won't notice you...as I get my goodies and try to get the heck out of there...I say...okay if that is him DO NOT look at his face or fat girlfriend for that matter..if it is him ignore and act like you are on the phone if that doesn't work then act like you forgot something else you wanted and walk in the other direction....so I walk....walk....damn I just looked!!!!!...Phew! Wasn't him. Damn Rox you sure are stressed out about nothing.
Let's get the hell out of here now (yes I say let's like I am two). All of this with nothing actually said aloud.
Another instance was when I was driving to school on the freeway, radio bumping some Nonpoint (they kick ass by the way) singing out loud (EVERYONE does this and if you say you don't your a big fucking LIAR!) I sing some parts and then stop just in case other people in cars around me actually hear my nails-scratching-chalk-board voice. I get off the freeway and lower that shit because who likes to see a Hispanic woman with loud ass rock music playing, head bobbing up and down, slapping her steering wheel... looks wrong but I love it. Behind me I spot a hottie in his Honda.....I say out loud "Damn he is cuuuuute!" like there is someone there to agree and support my claims to hotness. Normal or not?
I entertain myself this way...this talking to myself.
Now if you start talking to Satan or the leprechaun from your Lucky Charms cereal box that may not be healthy and you should seek the help of a professional.
Haha..i'm not crazy I just like me. And I enjoy talking to me.
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