Nice Talking To Me

I talk to myself. A lot. I have some of my best conversations this way. I find myself quite entertaining. I sometimes toss brilliant comments back and forth to myself, astonished by my quick wit. You know--the kind of thing that never happens in real life. My husband has been traveling a lot lately, so I find I'm doing it even more. Sometimes it's just nice to hear a voice in the house that doesn't come out of a radio or tv. And since I don't get caught at it as often--not that there's anything wrong with it, but it always requires an explanation-- I do it more. When he is home, he's frequently confused, thinking I'm talking to him but not really grasping the message. One of the main reasons, though, is that there's something about hearing the words out loud, even my own thoughts, that helps me decide if they're valid. Do I like the idea once I actually put it out there? Does changing the wording improve it any? Or is it just plain dopey? I also rehearse possible conversations that I expect to be difficult, trying out different versions to find the perfect one that will make my point firmly but gently. Since I avoid confrontation at all costs, I spend a great deal of time on this. In reality, I rarely find the right opportunity to use any of these prepared talks, so it's basically wasted time. But it does calm me, knowing that I'm prepared should it ever come up. You'll have to excuse me now. I just had a great idea and I want to discuss it with myself and see what I think of it.