When Nordic Boy goes away on biznazz trips, I need to make plans with other people. Like, I really really need to do that. You may think this indicates that I am a weak-willed, codependent girly who can’t go two days without her loverman. That is not the case. I am an independent lady. I can do for myself. I got this. Throw your hands up at me.
The reason that I go out of my way to make plans with people when Nordic Boy goes out of town is that if I don’t, I can easily go through the entire time he’s gone not saying one word outside of work. And to go three, four, five days without any non-work-related speech is just wrong. Right?
A big part of why this can happen to me is that when I am by myself, I don’t speak. Perhaps this seems like an obvious thing to say, to some people. Of course you don’t speak when you’re by yourself. There’s no one to speak to. But I have been conducting a little informal survey of my friends and I am realizing that most people, at least most weirdos that I hang out with, talk to themselves when they are alone. It doesn’t seem to matter whether there is another person there or not, people are talking. They sing to themselves, they say hello to their plants, they make decisions out loud instead of in their head (“let’s see, what shall I have for dinner tonight, Self?”). Ok, maybe they don’t address their comments to “Self” like that, I don’t know. How should I know? I don’t do that. When I am alone, I shut up. I don’t hum, I don’t comment, I don’t pontificate. I think to myself, inside my head, vocal cords turned off. Maybe if I stub my toe I might cuss or something. Other than that, it’s crickets at my house.
So out of curiosity, I want to put this out to blogland. Do you talk to yourself when you are alone? Or are you a silence is golden type of person? Let’ s hear it.
Put up or shut up. Or don’t shut up, if that’s how you roll.