sometimes, when i'm driving alone, i talk to myself. yes, out loud. usually it's replays of insignificant conversations i've had in the recent past, interactions i've had where i've said the wrong thing, given bad advice, made the foolish comment, been too tongue-tied to say anything at all. but in the car, i get it right. i am insightful. i am witty. i am astute.
i know how pathetic this must sound. but it's not the reworking of the conversations that bothers me. it's the fact that i do it at all. am i destined to become one of those old ladies who carries on a conversation with herself, even when she's not alone in the car? this is what concerns me the most!