I have a habit of talking to myself. Not exactly holding a conversation with myself, it’s more of a one-sided habit of verbal reprimand or verbal high-five. You know, like when I do something stupid I call myself out on it, and when I make something pretty I say, “Cute! I’m Awesome!”
I never really gave this habit much thought before this morning, though. Here’s what happened:
As is my usual practice, I took a shower this morning and went into my
laundry dressing room, to fix my hair and adorn my face with beautiful colorings…(aka “putting on makeup”). Zohrhubby and Big E had already left for work, Teen C was in the den, already ready for her doctor’s appointment and watching tv while waiting, and the two remaining Wee Zohrkiddos were in their beds.
I sat in the chair at
the old computer desk my vanity table, I grabbed a brush from the basket, and began blow drying my hair. I dropped the hairbrush, bent over to pick it up, and, having misjudged the distance between my body and the table top, smacked my forehead on the way down. “Dumbass!” I said, rubbing my head, and then continued to blow drying my hair.
A few minutes later, I began putting on my foundation, and halfway through I looked into the mirror, and realized that a stray black eyeliner speck that had gotten on my hand was now streaked across one side of my face, and then squiggled around my nose. “Omigod! Way to go, BRAINIAC! I don’t have time for this crap!” I said, as I used a baby wipe to get the black stuff off my hand and face.
I went on with my morning routine, and a few moments later, Teen C came out of her room (because apparently she hadn’t been in the den as I thought) and looked around the corner at me. “Who were you talking to?” she asked. “When?” I had no idea what she was talking about. “Just now…you were fussing at somebody.” “Oh! No, I was just talking to myself.” “What?!” I had to then explain what I’d done so she’d understand why I was fussing.
“You must really hate yourself. That’s kinda crazy.”
“No! No! I just talk to myself a lot.”
“You’re not making a good case for disagreeing with my ‘crazy’ statement.”
“When you do dumb stuff like slam your hand in a door or something, don’t you say out loud how dumb you were for doing it?”
“No. I just say ‘OW!'”
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Am I crazy? Anyone else do this?? Okay, to be fair, those are two totally unrelated questions. So just stick to the second one, smartasses. 🙂