Talking to one’s self on a regular basis is great when it
comes to pep talks, as long as it is done by thinking it in your head or saying
it low enough that no one else can actually hear you… but when you start doing
it above a decibel that is audible by anyone in a twenty foot radius than you
got a problem, hmm?
Is this a unique problem?
Or do others suffer from this same oddity of trying to keep
everything straight in their head, therefore their brain to remember what they
are doing or have to do?
Once, when I was in my gas efficient indoor battery operated
vehicle in the grocery a couple of years back, Hubby, and I split up in the
store to make the task go faster and I went down an aisle to look for, gosh I
don’t recall, but instead of mumbling under my breath like any normal human
being might I found out that I said my more than audible utterance loud enough
for an elderly woman to smile at me and say, “I do that all of the time!”
Playing the innocent, not really, but for story telling effect, let’s pretend,
I said and “what’s that?” She said, “Talk out loud to remember what I have to
do.” I smiled and she smiled back,
actually who knows if she did, but that’s my nice touch; it was too long ago to
remember, really. Perhaps, if I said it loud enough after I might have?
But with that kind woman’s words I no longer felt ‘crazy’
for doing that!
And, ya know, ever since, when I do it, I own it and I do
smile if caught!
Although, as a student in NYC back in the late 1960’s I can
recall being told by a savvy friend who feared nothing with her little tricks
of survival in the BIG CITY, especially when walking to the Port Authority,
like many of us single young women did to catch the bus home to NJ. Even then
parking in Manhattan
was ridiculously expensive!
She suggested when you see any people, male or female that
scares you just start talking to yourself or move your lips as if you are not
all there, and lean on an angle when you walk. Geez! Today, with our knowledge
of the mentally ill and us knowing to be much kinder and politically correct,
no one would ever assume that a person with a mental illness who spoke to
themselves and walked on an angle was actually dangerous? Wait, sure we would
and we do, sadly, but at least now we understand why?
And the other trick/hint for survival was to always talk to an
elderly woman while waiting for the bus, no one bothers them! Whoa! That sure
has changed too and I could be almost considered elderly myself and I would now
wonder why some kid was talking to me if I didn’t know them, should we trust
them or not would be going through my mind?
I suppose, times change a bit…and sure, I am at the other
end of that perspective.
Oddly enough when I became middle aged, in my forties, I
coveted a job where I had to travel alone, becoming a district manager who had
employees in five different counties in Florida
stores that I was in charge of, an international environmental safe products
company. I had to drive three thousand miles a month and stay on occasion at
hotels all by myself, eat out by myself, etc. For me it was not what I was used
to I had always before had jobs that I came home at night, or even one with a
home office and three were in partnership with my husband. So now our sons were
older seventeen and twenty-one and Hubby was slowly lessening his own business
hours while attending the Police Academy so that concern was behind me for
their care although I called every night I was gone and even had a bag cell
phone then, actually it came with my 1993 brand new Saturn. But we had one
before also of the bag type, powered via cigarette lighter variety.
My boss, a woman who was in charge of the state managers for
the company told me when in a hotel by myself, although, she said Hubby could
come, the company paid, with if he wanted to, he was way too busy and the boys
needed someone there, anyway, she said I
should put the chair from the room desk, even with double locking the door,
deadbolt and chain to put the desk chair under the door lock like they do in
those movies we always see them doing it (and the chair seems to not work, ever
notice that, just thought of it now.)
Any-who, I did it in the beginning, but somehow as months
and years went on I forgot and nothing happened thankfully!
Lucky, perhaps, who knows?
Dear me, I have gone on way too long, perhaps I should have
told myself that out loud, ha! Now this was a bit of a tutorial of when you or
someone you know thinks that you or they are acting dotty for saying what you
are thinking… relay my reasoning to them and another plus is if you have a blog to
write about it on as if your memory counted on it like… we are all moving closer to our
real ages! Ha, I bet you thought I was going to say something different... let’s
say… on that note of a bit of silly allow me to be the very first to wish all
of you a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings
and share all those overages with you know who and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!?
