Ever been called out by someone for talking to yourself? Ever catch yourself talking to yourself or, worse, laughing out as you amble down the street all by your little lonesome? What do you do? Personally, I just struggle to stifle the laughter (makes me laugh harder) and hope that no one with a cell-phone is dialing an emergency mental health rescue team to come get me off the street, because laughing uncontrollably out-loud is called “cracking up” and “hysterical” for good reason.
What do you say to people who trap you mid-sentence when you are having a whale of a good time talking, it seems, to yourself? What do you say when children, friends, parents level their eyes at you and say, like you have committed a crime against humanity or are standing in a pile of dog-poop, “You’re talking to yourself” ?
Me, I used to clam right up. Never occurred to me to respond with, “Don’t interrupt!” because I knew that would solidify the perception that I was a lunatic.
Talking to ourselves has gotten a bad rap. So, are we nuts or are we doing something wonderful. My mother, when she caught me talking to myself, used to ask a very good question. I did not understand what she was asking at the time. I do now.
Here I am as my own Love Letters Live guest hoping I am not talking to myself, hoping that you are listening and will turn your mutterings into some fabulous love letters.
I say on the subject of talking to yourself that sometimes, especially in today’s dismal covid isolation, we are own best company. So talk loud, talk proud and don’t be cowed by getting called out on it!
Oh, and if you would take a look at my video to find out the love letter connection here, I will rest assured that I have been talking to all of you and not just myself.