I am a naturally chatty person. I love to talk and I love to talk to people. But, since being on my “Eat, Pray, Love” adventure, I’ve been trying to focus on myself a bit more, so I haven’t been going too far out of my way to meet people just yet. But, what has happened, is that I have come to the realization that, when left alone for too long, I start to go crazy. Not in an insane “I’m going to murder ten people” type of way, but I do talk to myself a ton. Like, a ton, a ton.
And, it’s not like I just talk to myself, I have full-blown conversations, with questions and answers.
For instance, as I walk through the park, I ask myself, “should I get another crepe?”
Then I answer myself with: “of course you should get another crepe, who knows when you’ll be back in Paris again to have an authentic Parisian crepe?”
Then, first me quips back with: “You know what? You’re right. I’m going to get the other crepe.”
It’s a vicious cycle of talking and looking crazy.
It’s to the point where I walk around the streets pretending to be on the phone, because I’m actually embarrassed by how stupid I look.
But, I think someone once told e that talking to yourself is a sign of genius though, so, I might be the smartest human on Earth.