I’ve always talked to myself while I’m driving. When I’m on tour, the road gets very long and lonely. I’m the only conversation I get except for gas stations and rest areas and very little there other than “Hi,” “Just fine, thank you,” and “I don’t need a bag, thanks though.”
Everyone talks to themselves at one time or another. Some more than others. There are people who talk to themselves at stop lights animatedly as if emphatically talking to someone else – no cell phone, ear buds, etc. in sight. I’m not one of those people.
I continually talk to other drivers on the road. Although, since they can’t hear me, I’m actually just talking to myself. And there are times when it’s just as well that they can’t hear me. They wouldn’t like what they heard.
The older I get, the more I talk to myself. Which I don’t guess is a bad thing in and of itself. I emphatically state out loud how I feel about a song, an artist, a piece of news or whatever. Which is just me letting off some steam in a lot of cases, one way or the other.
But what is beginning to concern me is a new situation. I was driving along, talking out loud as usual. I let out a comment as a reaction to something that I saw in traffic or heard on the radio. It was a stream of conscience type of thing so I mistakenly said something different than I intended.
And I corrected myself! That was a new one. I’m talking to myself. No one else is listening. And I correct myself – in my own head!
I could have just left it alone, since I knew what I meant. But, no, I wasn’t going to let myself get away with that. I had to justify myself – to my freaking self!
So there’s that. But the scariest thing of all? I’m not the only one.
Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.