At work today, a co-worker completely frustrated me. You wouldn't have guessed. I was pleasant, and polite, and when I left I turned the corner, closed my eyes a moment and silently mouthed, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Anyone could have walked into that aisle while my eyes were closed and seen me. As soon as I realized that I opened my eyes, and no one was there, but it was a close call.
That one might have gotten me in trouble. Usually, my muted chats with myself are just embarrassing. I worry lip-readers might see me mouthing, "But, Mr. Clooney, I never imagined!" or whatever stupid conversation is going on in my mind.
I will be that old lady in the nursing home having silent, animated conversations with herself. And laughing.
While I cannot offer that you are not crazy I can offer that we all mumble and mutter to ourselves on our way down life's path. Some of it is even audible.
Posted by: Zayrina | February 16, 2012 at 09:03 AM
I picture you more as the woman who thinks her doll is a baby, so when you mumble we'll all think you're talking to it.
Posted by: Caroline | February 17, 2012 at 09:13 PM
Zayrina - I kind of think it would be less crazy if it were audible.
Caroline - What doll? Is there always an old lady with a doll in the home? Who gives her the doll? What a scary thought. I'd be muttering "Get this creepy doll away fromme."
Posted by: TheQueen | February 18, 2012 at 12:44 AM
There's always an old woman with a doll.
Posted by: Caroline | February 19, 2012 at 10:35 PM
Caroline - ewwww. Lord, save me.
Posted by: TheQueen | February 20, 2012 at 05:38 PM
Dolls? I talk to my cat, and he talks back. He is a better conversationalist than most people I know.
Posted by: Hattie | February 21, 2012 at 11:48 AM
Hattie - I whisper to my dog. Oh, I'll be the crazy old lady whispering to her imaginary dog.
Posted by: TheQueen | February 22, 2012 at 12:37 AM