talkin’ to yourself

Me, I don’t talk much. I’d much rather not open my mouth thank you very much. Other people talk enough what’s the point of adding to the noise pollution we have to suffer in the world?

I do get amused by people who talk to themselves. Not the mumblings of Drunken Crazy Pete. Not the people talking to their cellphones. Isn’t it strange that talking very loudly to a little black blob hanging off of a wire that is connected to your ear is no longer considered strange?

I mean the people who unconsciously verbalize everything that passes through their mind. Like the middle aged guy who proclaimed, “the bus is here” to nobody in particular. Or the old lady who asks “are you are boy or a girl?” no realizing how offensive or tactless her question is. Er, what do you want me to say? And why do you care?