I'm not sure which of these entities is most dangerous, the bear or the bee, except I'm sure the bear will be worse once the bee stings him.
Something about this bear, however, made me think of myself at this time of year, when crazy-bad things seem to happen in direct opposition to the sentiment of Christmas--love, joy, peace. It seems this time of year seems to bring out the badness in a lot of angry people who don't want us to feel love, joy OR peace.
When unpeaceful things happen, I have discovered that I tend to talk to myself when I'm alone at home. This was brought to my attention with some embarrassment when I was walking around the house muttering to myself about what I needed to do next and how I needed to keep moving so I wouldn't ache so much and how I needed to herd the cats downstairs so they'd stop tripping me, and I realized Mel HAD NOT YET LEFT THE HOUSE! He'd heard me talking to myself! I'd thought he'd gone to the post office.
It's interesting that it wasn't until that very moment that I realized I was actually talking out LOUD to myself. Like a crazy person. And you know what really disturbs me? Mel didn't even notice because he talks to himself all the time, TOO!
Now, we talk to the cats all the time, and sometimes I rehearse the next words I'm going to write, or even vocally list things I need to get at the store so I'll remember them better. But I hadn't realized just how much I actually talked to myself. It's a little freaky.
I bet you this bear talks to himself. How could he not? He's alone most of the time, and doesn't everyone, even bears, want to hear the sound of someone's voice sometime? I'm alone a lot here at home. That's my excuse.
What's yours?
Labels: alone, self talk, weird behavior
9 Comments:
You are not alone, Cheryl. My mother told me that talking to onesself is the sign of getting older. Now I'm getting older but I really don't see the correlation. I spend a lot of time by myself, too, but I only talk when something gets me excited or riled up. Then I get carried away and dance or take a swing to the air or some other dramatic action. By that time, I realize that I look like an idiot and I laugh at myself. Quiet ensues...until the next time I get excited!
I would love to see that on videotape. How fun! Utube anybody? In my mid-fifties, I'd have thought I'd have a couple more decades before self talk set in. Sigh.
I'm part auditory learner, and an auditory learner must hear himself say it to learn it. So, I often talk to myself to "tell" myself things so I can absorb it. LOL, when I've had to edit something on a job, I am also part kinesthetic learner, so I'll lay the manuscript on the floor and walk and talk around it to make sure I am getting it all right.
I've been doing this since I was a little bitty girl. It wasn't until I became a teacher that I realized why I did it. LOL.
We creative types are a strange bunch to the rest of the world, aren't we? And I love it! Of course, it's taken me this long to get to this point, and it does get lonely at times, when most others don't actually "get" us. But that's okay. There are enough who do.
yup you creative, types are a strange! but a good strange! :)
I don't talk to myself,
just my criters.
LOL jel, I have dozens of critters in the house, then. Oh, and I talk to my computer, too.
I guess I talk to my pc too, when I make a comment :)
does it count as talking to your self , if ya don't talk oud loud?
just in your head?
Only if your lips move.
that's good to know! :)
I can rest better now!
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