It's official. I talk to myself. It's been a long time coming, but it's here now and I'm not sure I can turn it back. When I catch myself doing it, I feel kind of strange, as if I've caught myself in crazy. Thus far I'm not answering myself or having full-on conversations. Sometimes I pretend like I'm being interviewed by a reporter, but that's normal.
At least I don't talk to my dog or cat. Now that's loony. When I talk to myself there's the probability of having a conversation, albeit with myself. But I'm not fool enough to expect an answer from a pet. I'm getting a certain satisfaction in writing this. I know a few people who talk to their pets. I wish I could see their faces upon reading this. But they'd be the first to tell you that they're nuts, and that's why I like them. They're honest about their peculiarities.
Deep down, I know if I had pets I'd talk to them too. I really want a cat, but there are quite a few coyotes around my cabin and I wouldn't want to put my little fuzzy-wuzzy in harm's way.
At least I don't talk to my dog or cat. Now that's loony. When I talk to myself there's the probability of having a conversation, albeit with myself. But I'm not fool enough to expect an answer from a pet. I'm getting a certain satisfaction in writing this. I know a few people who talk to their pets. I wish I could see their faces upon reading this. But they'd be the first to tell you that they're nuts, and that's why I like them. They're honest about their peculiarities.
Deep down, I know if I had pets I'd talk to them too. I really want a cat, but there are quite a few coyotes around my cabin and I wouldn't want to put my little fuzzy-wuzzy in harm's way.
You talkin to me?
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