August 5, 2022
"As a kid, I knew that if I talked to myself on school grounds, I risked becoming That Freak Who Talks to Himself...."
"Stigma kept me quiet, but its potency diminished as I aged. Also: Look around. People walk the streets talking and gesticulating, tiny white buds in their ears. They pontificate to phone cameras. Determining which unseen audience a pedestrian is addressing has become too difficult a calculation to bother solving... ... I have found that vocalized self-analysis, and the willingness to trudge through intellectual and moral quandaries in noisy solitude, is a valuable complement to more traditional conversational outlets, especially when it comes to creative thinking.... The fear we associate with a person who publicly talks to themselves at length, and without apparent concern for or awareness of the impact their performance has on those around them, is the fear of an eroding self, its supposed constancy and singularity unraveling, its loose threads chatting with each other chaotically.... But the dialogue between current and potential selves is small proof that such change is possible. Or maybe that’s just something I like to tell myself."
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this is ludicrous!
i just finished a LONG discussion about this with myself, and i've agreed that
this is ludicrous!
There was an episode of "Married with Children" where Bud explains to Kelly the difference between thinking and talking.
When bluetooth first came out, it seemed like New York suddenly had a much higher class of crazy people. On the other side, I knew a guy who was damaged, in Vietnam the rumor went, and had such intense arguments in his head that he couldn't always keep them in. He knew how he looked and sometimes covered his mouth with his hand to try to hide it, but he couldn't control it, couldn't stop doing it.
My wife often tells me I talk to myself.
I will admit to mumbling to myself but she claims it's a full on conversation.
I don't much notice any longer people talking to someone on their blue-tooths. It used to startle me when someone nearby would start talking to someone who wasn't there, but I pay any attention, and haven't for a few years now. Sure, some of them are probably lunatics talking to no one.
At least this guy has come up with a pithy definition of Bad Rap: "external talking to yourself."
i just finished a LONG discussion about this with myself, and i've agreed that
this is ludicrous!
So "We" are in agreement that "we" are not amused.
When my second wife would see some homeless guy on the street screaming and gesticulating on the streets of South Florida to no one but himself, she would say "Oh, he's just trying to work it out".
I never asked her exactly what she meant, but it sounded about as reasonable a comment that one could make.
some of them are probably lunatics talking to no one.
Andrea, can you understand me now? Siri, serious? Alexa, stop spying on me.
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I find that vocalizing my thoughts, as well as writing them out, helps me to organize and evaluate things. I try to mostly do it when I'm alone, however.
It's sometime the only intelligent conversation I get all day.
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You talkin' to me? You talkin' to ME?
Oh, never mind.
It took me a while to get used to all the one-sided conversations that suddenly started to appear--suddenly to me because I studiously ignore new tech until I'm left no alternative but to adapt. So, I had no idea Bluetooth was a thing.
It occurs to me, who still has a flip-phone, that I should buy a dummy set and start talking whenever anyone gets close. I never approach anyone who is doing that. I'm more likely to sidle away or rush briskly by.
For some reason this makes me think of the "Better Call Saul" episode in which Jimmy and Kimmy get the asshole who carries on loud phone conversations at the bar to spring for several thousand dollars worth of high-end tequila.
Our dogs have always been fascinated by my wife, who spends her time while gardening (which is a lot of time) either talking to herself or talking on her phone. They don't know the difference and like to hear her voice, so they follow her around and pay close attention. Me not so much...*
*The ambiguity was unintended, but I'm going to leave it that way.
It's better to write it down. You feel like you've accomplished something. Otherwise you are just going around in circles, repeating the same things over and over again.
It's also scary to get into the habit of talking to yourself when you are alone and then find yourself doing it in public.
Talking to yourself is "performative," though. It says, "Hey, I don't have anybody to talk to," and also, "Hey, I am one of those crazy people you should never talk to."
I always told myself how good I was going to do before a debate round or an extemp speech. Ten years later, my wife told me this was high level grade self help. It always just seemed like the thing to do.
I couldn't read the article. The voices in my head were too loud.
I was surprised to learn there were people who did talk to themselves. Still am. So quiet…
I'm in my 40s, and only recently realized that most people DON'T talk to themselves. I do it all the time. I'm reading this comment out loud as I type it. On reflection, I don't know why I do it, but I see no reason to stop. It's my normal.
Seems like the usual Making Something About Nothing article that passes for thoughtful commentary these days.
I’ve never given a shit about people who talk to themselves. Far more fascinating are the people who talk to others as a form of talking to themselves. A phenomenon I didn’t become aware of until middle age.
How do I know what I think till I see what I say, as the lady says.
But this guy, seriously. If he talks to himself like he writes for the Times, risks boring himself to death.
"... vocalized self-analysis ... a valuable complement to more traditional conversational outlets." Who would want to hear such kapok, even if he was saying it himself?
n.n said...
So "We" are in agreement that "we" are not amused.
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