talking to myself

Lately I’ve taken up the on-the-verge-of-becoming-crazy habit of talking to myself out loud. While walking home or writing, or making dinner, I’ve found myself audibly voicing the thoughts in my head. Phrases like “nice one girl,” or “maybe you should have thought about that one earlier,” or “damn you’re hilarious woman” keep escaping my lips. When it happens, I look around to make sure no one else is watching. And usually no one is. And it occurs to me that maybe that’s part of the problem in the first place.