No. But I have yelled at myself to stop narrating my life in my head as if it were a novel. You know, thinking as you walk through the grocery store "Then she walked over to the fruit aisle to pick out the strawberries..." It's very, very hard to stop once you've started. I haven't done that in awhile. In fact, I think that's why I stopped trying to write stories, because it was constant and very annoying.
And now I will probably start thanks to posting this. lovely.
"and she was suddenly very annoyed with herself..."
Oh, HMC! So good to hear from you! You're amusing, you're lovely, and I miss you.
"and she was sad to be no longer living in the same state as her friend for the first time in...she didn't want to admit how many years, because that would make her feel old, which would make her feel even sadder..."
I do both. Talk to myself and live my life as a novel sometimes. And I think very hard how I could probably be committed for either one on its own, and I should probably stop.
I talked to myself a lot on Saturday, when I was riding my bike for 10 1/2 miles. I kept saying "you're doing just fine, you're not going to pass out". That was from mile 3 to the end.
I get weird words stuck in my head. Or phrases. And it keeps going through my head like a broken record. Am I the only one that does this?
i talk to myself a lot, but i dont narrate what i'm doing. that would probably just drive me crazy. but i do imagine myself typing everything that i say, and that is SO. ANNOYING.
You're welcome, hmc. Consider it returning the favor for the "gift" you gave me on my 25th birthday (a list of other people who were my age or younger yet more successful).
AM: 10 1/2 miles? On a bike? Ten and a half miles?!?!!?
Lia, I don't think they could commit a person for that. If so, the asylums would be full...and I would need to start worrying about dodging the people with oversized butterfly nets. Let me know if I need to stary worrying.
Jes, you need to spend less time blogging. Maybe then the imaginary typing problem would go away.
i can't believe i just posted something referring to conspiracy theory. i DO NOT have believe that there is a major conspiracy to keep us all ignorant. i don't! i'm only pretending to be paranoid!
Ah, yes...I call them irrational (rational) fears. Sounds much better than "paranoid", after all.
Plus, who can escape conspiracy theories when you live in a city with a museum dedicated to conspiracies? One conspiracy in particular seems to stand out. Hmmm…what was it called? Something about 1963 and a motorcade in some plaza downtown? What’s that plaza called? It just slipped my mind. Damn. RR--> Call G.B. and ask him for me, okay?! Thanks...
RR - aren't you proud of me?!? 10 1/2 miles on GRAVEL, mind you. And it did go slightly uphill at some points. Considering that, the last time I rode on the trail, I attempted 5 miles and went into hypoglycemic shock, had to eat wild grapes I found on a grapevine and then "Brian" had to walk to find a phone, with no money, to call our neighbor to bring me a sugar drink so that I wouldn't completely pass out. So completing 10 1/2 miles was no small feat for me. That probably explains further why I kept telling myself DON'T.PASS.OUT!!!!
Lia - At first I thought you were making fun of me with the "stuffed dogs" comment. You have stuffed dogs too!??!?! We're kindred spirits.
Deals - "One conspiracy in particular seems to stand out. Hmmm…what was it called? Something about 1963 and a motorcade in some plaza downtown? What’s that plaza called? It just slipped my mind. Damn." HA HA HA HA!!!
Amstaff Mom - I have four very special stuffed dogs, whom I love and cherish. I would never make fun of them! I think more people ought to invest in the security afforded by stuffed, inanimate objects. They never talk back, they don't complain if you squeeze too hard, they don't mind if you roll on top of them or throw them across the room . . . I could go on and on extolling their virtues.
So I'm not paranoid, but I do perhaps have a touch of schizophrenia?
They say medical students become hypochondriacs, but I'm not a psychology student, so why do I keep diagnosing these mental problems?
Oh, right, because I think it's funny, in a warped sort of way.
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No. But I have yelled at myself to stop narrating my life in my head as if it were a novel. You know, thinking as you walk through the grocery store "Then she walked over to the fruit aisle to pick out the strawberries..." It's very, very hard to stop once you've started. I haven't done that in awhile. In fact, I think that's why I stopped trying to write stories, because it was constant and very annoying.
And now I will probably start thanks to posting this. lovely.
"and she was suddenly very annoyed with herself..."
Oh, HMC! So good to hear from you! You're amusing, you're lovely, and I miss you.
"and she was sad to be no longer living in the same state as her friend for the first time in...she didn't want to admit how many years, because that would make her feel old, which would make her feel even sadder..."
P.S. I do that, too, sometimes.
I do both. Talk to myself and live my life as a novel sometimes. And I think very hard how I could probably be committed for either one on its own, and I should probably stop.
I talked to myself a lot on Saturday, when I was riding my bike for 10 1/2 miles. I kept saying "you're doing just fine, you're not going to pass out". That was from mile 3 to the end.
I get weird words stuck in my head. Or phrases. And it keeps going through my head like a broken record. Am I the only one that does this?
Talk to myself all the time. Out loud even, especially in the car, and I still use my hands when I talk to myself.
Don't mind it, in fact thinks it helps with public speaking so don't really try and stop myself from doing it.
Does that make me more weird?
K-T, I think if you are talking to yourself in the car, you're saying, "Lock the doors, K-T, Lock the doors, K-T".
And yes, you call yourself K-T.
>:) all in good fun of course!
Not only do I talk to myself, but I also make up a voice for my dog and have CONVERSATIONS with myself (errr...I mean, with my dog).
hmc: I know for a fact that you talk to yourself. Only to disguise it, you call my answering machine and talk to it.
jlr: that's not talking to myself. that's talking to you and rr. you're on the other end. or, at least, will be soon.
and, thanks, rr, for reminding me of how old WE are.
i talk to myself a lot, but i dont narrate what i'm doing. that would probably just drive me crazy. but i do imagine myself typing everything that i say, and that is SO. ANNOYING.
You're welcome, hmc. Consider it returning the favor for the "gift" you gave me on my 25th birthday (a list of other people who were my age or younger yet more successful).
AM: 10 1/2 miles? On a bike? Ten and a half miles?!?!!?
Lia, I don't think they could commit a person for that. If so, the asylums would be full...and I would need to start worrying about dodging the people with oversized butterfly nets. Let me know if I need to stary worrying.
Jes, you need to spend less time blogging. Maybe then the imaginary typing problem would go away.
And Deals, I do that, too. You're not alone.
deals - it's okay, it's better than making up voices for your stuffed dogs and having deep, meaningful conversations . . .
not that i would ever do that.
or would i?
rr - thanks for the reassurance. how do you know that we aren't in an asylum and it's just one big conspiracy to keep us from finding out?
i can't believe i just posted something referring to conspiracy theory. i DO NOT have believe that there is a major conspiracy to keep us all ignorant. i don't! i'm only pretending to be paranoid!
Ah, yes...I call them irrational (rational) fears. Sounds much better than "paranoid", after all.
Plus, who can escape conspiracy theories when you live in a city with a museum dedicated to conspiracies? One conspiracy in particular seems to stand out. Hmmm…what was it called? Something about 1963 and a motorcade in some plaza downtown? What’s that plaza called? It just slipped my mind. Damn. RR--> Call G.B. and ask him for me, okay?! Thanks...
RR - aren't you proud of me?!? 10 1/2 miles on GRAVEL, mind you. And it did go slightly uphill at some points. Considering that, the last time I rode on the trail, I attempted 5 miles and went into hypoglycemic shock, had to eat wild grapes I found on a grapevine and then "Brian" had to walk to find a phone, with no money, to call our neighbor to bring me a sugar drink so that I wouldn't completely pass out. So completing 10 1/2 miles was no small feat for me. That probably explains further why I kept telling myself DON'T.PASS.OUT!!!!
Lia - At first I thought you were making fun of me with the "stuffed dogs" comment. You have stuffed dogs too!??!?! We're kindred spirits.
Deals - "One conspiracy in particular seems to stand out. Hmmm…what was it called? Something about 1963 and a motorcade in some plaza downtown? What’s that plaza called? It just slipped my mind. Damn." HA HA HA HA!!!
I heard the sarcasm dripping from here.
Lia, it isn't paranoia. It's heightened awareness. You're not paranoid. You're just very aware.
Amstaff Mom - I have four very special stuffed dogs, whom I love and cherish. I would never make fun of them! I think more people ought to invest in the security afforded by stuffed, inanimate objects. They never talk back, they don't complain if you squeeze too hard, they don't mind if you roll on top of them or throw them across the room . . . I could go on and on extolling their virtues.
So I'm not paranoid, but I do perhaps have a touch of schizophrenia?
They say medical students become hypochondriacs, but I'm not a psychology student, so why do I keep diagnosing these mental problems?
Oh, right, because I think it's funny, in a warped sort of way.
I would like to offer my thanks to hmc, lia, AM, Katie, Deals, jlr, and jes, who made this the most comments I've had on a single post. Thank you!
Way to Go RR! You've got quite the following now!
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