thinking aloud...

lately, i have developed this disconcerting habit of blurting out my thoughts to no one in particular — you know, the kind you make when you're running a mental conversation with yourself.



now this isn’t really much of a big deal when you’re in the confines of your own room. or at least when there’s no one else around to hear you argue with yourself. but when you’re in the middle of the street muttering unintelligible phrases, chances are you'll notice bystanders giving you strange looks and people giving you a wide berth as you pass by.

i wouldn't be surprised if one of these days some baffled soul will come right out and accuse me of having a split personality or something. or maybe squeeze me into a straight-jacket and put me in a padded cell somewhere.

i guess it comes from living so long on my own. sometimes silence can be a bit unnerving, so i have this compulsion to fill the gap with some chatter — any sound — to remind myself that somehow i’m still a functioning human being who’s still capable of producing certain sounds. or something to that effect.