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Those of us that live alone, are much more isolated due to Covid. The first year of Covid, I did not socialize at all. I went for long walks, but alone. When I passed someone, no one wanted to talk much because they were afraid of getting Covid. I still do most things by myself and won’t go to indoor restaurants.
So maybe talking to myself merely breaks the silence.
Oh man I've been doing this most of my life. But now, late at night when the wife is upstairs, I find myself carrying on full conversation as if there is someone else in the room.
I don't think of it as talking to myself - I think of it as talking out loud. It doesn't strike me as strange at all.
I talk to our dogs and ask them questions like "Does my little lovecake need to go out?" I'll answer for them "Yes you do!" Perfectly normal and goes on everyday in my happy household
I know the dog talking is in a different vein as the original question but I think it's the same kind of thing. Sometimes it can be called muttering if I'm mulling over something. I hope you're feeling better with all the positive responses you're getting OP.
Oh geez, I talk to the cats all the time. The newest one, who's 16.5 years old, has to live in the basement because she doesn't like the other cats. She gets lonely or hungry (she's hyperthyroid) and literally YELLS for food or pets. Sometimes I don't feel like tromping down the basement stairs yet another time (especially if I've just done it) and I'll open the door to the basement and yell down, "Yuba, you're fine! I'll come down later" or if it's 2 AM, "Yuba, shut up!". Fortunately all the windows are shut now. I'll have to change this before the summer comes or the neighbors will think I'm harboring a captive in the basement.
Oh man I've been doing this most of my life. But now, late at night when the wife is upstairs, I find myself carrying on full conversation as if there is someone else in the room.
Dave,
Do you only talk to yourself when you are at home and not out in public? When you are shopping, do you ever talk out loud, maybe if you can’t find something?
Sing to myself as well. The other week when I was working in a computer room, I was singing "Marching to Pretoria".
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Oh geez, I talk to the cats all the time. The newest one, who's 16.5 years old, has to live in the basement because she doesn't like the other cats. She gets lonely or hungry (she's hyperthyroid) and literally YELLS for food or pets. Sometimes I don't feel like tromping down the basement stairs yet another time (especially if I've just done it) and I'll open the door to the basement and yell down, "Yuba, you're fine! I'll come down later" or if it's 2 AM, "Yuba, shut up!". Fortunately all the windows are shut now. I'll have to change this before the summer comes or the neighbors will think I'm harboring a captive in the basement.
Me, too.
And not only talk, but sing and do small skits for them. Now, one of my songs is derives from Callisto first showing up in "The Bitter Suite" on Xena. Derives.....but is not the same.
BUT......instantly doing skits is just who I am, like checking out with the cashier with a load of cat food and........."Hungry, ferocious, starving, voracious wild kittens! FEROCIOUS, HUNGRY, VORACIOUS, STARVING........WILD KITTENS! You don't want to keep wild kittens hungry, DO YOU? Who knows what they might do!"
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I talk to myself all the time. I don't try to control it and usually I am not aware. The dog lets me know sometimes that I am talking to myself; she will come and put her chin on my lap
But I also whistle to myself. I am very good and have been asked many times where I learned to do that. I sing to myself, too, and once met a beautiful young lady in the line at the airport when she was softly singing to herself in line. We had a cup of coffee, some wonderful conversation and managed to sit together on the plane. So sometimes great things happen as a result of these "bad" habits.
I think the OP may be, like me, an outgoing introvert. The introvert part of us allows us to be comfortable alone, and the outgoing part compels us to speak our thoughts aloud.
I’m a whistler, too. I love to sing, but have no singing voice. But I can whistle right on key! I assume it must be extremely annoying to people around me, as it annoys me when others do it.
I talk to the dog all the time.
I do talk to myself, but most of the time internally, not out loud.
Those of us that live alone, are much more isolated due to Covid. The first year of Covid, I did not socialize at all. I went for long walks, but alone. When I passed someone, no one wanted to talk much because they were afraid of getting Covid. I still do most things by myself and won’t go to indoor restaurants.
So maybe talking to myself merely breaks the silence.
Well, I'm not retired but a loner and ranger. The 'Vid just turned that up to 11 in my life, in other words: "And...so what?" I'm also low on the "agreeableness" scale, Big Five Personality test so prefer my own company though often have a sense of humor about my own ornery nature.
I did/do most of my singing practice alone, if that's not talking to myself not sure what qualifies. Took professional lessons in '19 in-person which helped lots too, she set me up with a program I've kept going since. Karaoke isn't my bag during a pandemic so guess I sing for the walls. Met an old man who lives across the street last summer, he remarked on my singing which I thought rather amusing. So I sang a bit for him, might have brightened his day (I hope).
Off on my morning coffee run the past year (a ritual early AM), I sometimes have car chats with (no one). No I don't hear voices or see others, these are one-sided debates to help me work through observations. It's eccentric and I do not do this otherwise, but what the heck when by myself. I don't fear the dark and quiet, it fears me as we used to say w/my chummies back in more adventurous days. I'm 54 and not retired, but do like my daily rituals.
I've said things in low volume in the grocery store, like "rip-off" or "too much salt" and somebody might have noticed, not worried about it.
I've been known to even sing to myself in a grocery store. Low volume of course. Or hum. Who cares? Who's business is it anyway?
A friend asked me what I thought I would be doing in my old age. I answered "Long gray hair flowing surrounded by cats mumbling to myself in my garden." (Crazy cat lady!)
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