I Talk to Myself

If you have been faithfully reading my blog for some time now, you not only have a strange notion of what constitutes time well spent, but you also have learned that Bachelors Die Young.

Another quality of bachelors that you may not yet have learned, is that we talk to ourselves... Out loud. For me it started when I was in my late thirties, and it has only gotten worse.

Earlier today I had this discussion, out loud... with me, "Well are you going to go to Kokomo or not? You'll have to stop at the bank. You don't really need anything, Chris. I can buy potatoes here in town... but I need some Pepsi and it's so expensive. I could buy those Correlle bowls at Mejher's but I don't really need those either. Well Chris, it's not like you're spending thousands of dollars on exciting vacations... if you want the bowls, buy them. For crying out loud, what did you spill on your pants? When did I do that? Gahhh... I'll have to change... Why can't you make a simple decision? You've always been this way..." And it went on from there.

Last week I was walking into a little meat market in Tipton, and noticed that a bank across the street was remodeling, and I said right out loud, (to no one but myself) "When did they start that? That's gonna look nice..." And immediately I caught myself and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. So it has definitely begun occurring outside the privacy of my home.

When I'm 75 I fully expect to be standing in Krogers talking out loud to the bell peppers, "Well now you're a ripe one, aren't you!"

For the record, I went to Kokomo, bought potatoes and Pespsi... and to the best of my knowledge, I did not have a man to spud conversation prior to purchase.

I didn't buy the bowls. We argued, and are still in negotiations.

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