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A sign of insanity, or just a sign of boredom?

I have a problem. I know it’s a problem because it’s been labelled a problem in this world. Absolutely everyone has heard the saying, ‘Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity.’ My mother used to tease me about it all the time.

            I have a problem. I know it’s a problem because it’s been labelled a problem in this world. Absolutely everyone has heard the saying, ‘Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity.’ My mother used to tease me about it all the time.

            Yes, I talk to myself. But am I really insane?

            I usually begin my habit of self-conversation in my car. Travelling is something I do a lot of. I’m in my car for at least an hour every day, and longer if I need to get groceries, if I want to go out to eat, or if I want to visit a friend. With all that time spent in a small compartment hurtling towards other metal compartments at high speeds, it’s probably no wonder I resort to talking to myself.

            For something usually seen as so crazy, the conversations I have with myself are surprisingly mundane. I usually just mumble a to-do list to myself. “Okay, Schayla. When you get back home, you have to fill up with gas and pay that bill. After that, the dishwasher needs unloading, and will I have to make supper? No, your sister will be home. She’s probably made something, even if she’ll say she didn’t. She’s СƵ sarcastic, Schayla, that’s a thing.

            “I think after that we can probably relax for a while… wait, I have to find that stupid toy, or the dog will have a fit, you know she will. But then you can finally sit down and watch an episode of that new show… or should you play that video game? I am really close to the end, and I want to see what happens…”

            Usually, this rambling continues on until I reach home… or until an ‘excellent’ driver cuts me off and my calm chatting with myself suddenly isn’t so calm, and is suddenly filled with expletives.

            Most of the time, though, my talking is just a verbal list. Just reminders to myself. I don’t see a reason why that should be a bad thing. I’m making the most of СƵ bored in a car and making a list of things I want to accomplish. I’m what they call an auditory learner, so I remember things better if I hear them spoken aloud. I do in fact remember what I wanted to do better when I finally get home if I was talking to myself and reminding myself while driving.

            I think talking to oneself isn’t exactly supposed to be a sign of insanity, and I’m kind of sad that clichés and stereotypes have arisen that suggest otherwise. It makes our harmless quirks seem so much less harmless, and perpetuates an idea that crazy equals violent and murderous. I can’t tell you how many horror movies I’ve seen where a murderous psychopath is wandering around in search of the hero, muttering and laughing to himself. When I’m talking to myself, I’m not plotting your bloody and disturbing demise. I’m just bored on the way home, and I need something to stay productive.

            That is, unless you cut me off. Then you’ll get what’s coming to you.

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