Everyone talks to themselves occasionally. I talk to myself a bit when I'm stressed out or have to work through a complicated scenario in my head. For most people, hearing themselves say their thoughts helps them remember them better and seemingly be able to make better sense of situations that are difficult to think through. This normal type of talking to onesself is not what bothers me.
What does bother me is the people who say all of their thoughts out loud, whether or not those thoughts are intelligent and difficult to think through or just random snippets of useless information. For example, my co-worker. Firstly, absolutely everything she does annoys me. When I first started working here, I walked into her office, which I was doing some work in. She kept saying things out loud and I thought she was talking to me because all of it was so clear and too loud to be talking to herself, right? I asked, "Are you talking to me?" She wasn't. I laughed off the awkwardness and my confusion and proceeded to continue my work. She kept talking. Eventually, I had a question to ask her, but I didn't want to interrupt her talking. Finally, I just interrupted her and asked the question, but she got EXTREMELY loud and talked to herself over the top of me. I stopped talking and just stared at her like a little rebellious child until she paid attention to me. That was my first experience with her. Still makes me mad. In addition to this type of ridiculous activity, she shrieks when she sneezes. She sings to herself horribly non-stop. She runs full blast, panting, down the hallways sometimes. She burps SO loud and disgusting every day on her way out of my office. And she constantly reminds me every time I walk past her office that I have an unusually loud gait. Oh thanks. Again.
Well, today, I walked past her office and she had the nerve to say (to herself, of course) "Gah, the way she walks" as I walked by. Ok, either one of those things--the statement or the talking to herself in general--would have been annoying on its own. But the fact that the insult was coupled with her mental instability just made me want to turn around and kick her and her little chair over. I cannot stand the woman! It's a problem.
This day is humorously bad, by the way.
Ok!
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and a song is playing in my head. A couple of times, I have grabbed my phone and sung the tune into it before I fell back asleep. Some of the coolest melodies are in those tunes. I wonder sometimes if everyone does that--if we have soundtracks to our dreams, and the only times we realize it is when we're awoken during REM, and it kind of echoes out. Or maybe it's that we're actually able to engage in writing music during our dreams; that we're maybe somehow consciously composing... subconciously. Isn't it odd to think that dreams can have actual music? I try to remember if the music I heard was the sound of a piano or guitar or some type of bell? Or my own sounds I make with my mouth to mimic a piano? It fascinates me.
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