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Story ID:1935
Written by:Kathe M. Campbell (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Broken Tree Ranch Montana USA
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Talking To Who?
by Kathe Campbell

Talking to myself, that's who!

It's the first sign of madness you know, talking to yourself. Some people would perceive it time to lock one up and throw away the key. Nonetheless, at 74 I do it often, affirmations to gazump myself up and reprimands when I've done something dumb. Why, I even ask myself important questions to mull over before that final intelligent decision. It may seem balmy to some, just as long as you don't talk out loud thinking there is someone else there. Strange voices in the head might be perceived as straight jacket time.

I recently queried a young clerk in the department store about purchasing a certain toy for my year-old great granddaughter. I had just cited my problem when beyond my deaf ear the clerk rushed away to rescue a rack some child had pushed over. There I stood talking into thin air, long enough for shoppers to give me one of those "poor old dear" looks as they glanced my solitude. The clerk hurried back with an apology and I yearned to tell her what an idiot she had made of me, but, alas, my defenses were down.

Believe it or not, talking to yourself is good for your mental health, as long as you realize what you're doing and say good things about you. Taking a good look at yourself helps you to better understand what you feel, and how you are behaving.

It happens often, little reminders as I thumb down my grocery list announcing a very audible "pea-but," (short for peanut butter). Folks pass and smile, other oldsters grin to acquiesce and sanction, and the youth merely roll their eyes. Fortunately, talking to oneself audibly is not strictly a senior moment. I've been doing it for years. Sometimes when someone looks at me with one of "those" looks, I merely reveal that talking to myself conjures up fabulous answers. They always agree and tell me they do it all the time as well.

I note women do most of the talking. It's no surprise, because after all, we do a lot of chit-chatting and get a real buzz out of listening to ourselves. The sex hormone testosterone, is responsible for molding the male brain in the womb, shrinking the areas responsible for communication, emotion and memory. The result is that men chat less than females and struggle to express their emotions to the same extent. In contrast, women have more brain cells set aside for communication, for talking triggers a flood of chemicals that give us a rush.

Self-discipline perfectly describes flustered cooks before the holidays as we weave up and down the grocer's aisles. We clutch a worn scrap of paper upon which is listed everything from soup to nuts. Moreover, I've heard women listing it all audibly at every shelf as a thousand items are tossed into baskets. Talking with ourselves can be a useful aid for coping with mundane tasks, but only if we keep in mind that talk is just the first half of success. The other half is action. Otherwise, we would have been all talk and no do.

But here is the best news of all. I think talking to ones self aloud is the first sign of genius. It happens to people who work artistically, because WE spend solitary time writing and painting, and WE need to spell things out to ourselves. Maybe our brain is trying to effectively filter important from unimportant stuff. Because this is taking place so fast, voicing it seems the best way to comment on a thought.

So let yourself be an active part of your life. Step outside your skin and talk to yourself regularly. Let your higher self, your God within, become your new best invisible friend. You will discover a whole new world - one where there is always someone there to help, to give you advice. Someone to stay close when you're feeling lonely or depressed, always someone to talk with and who loves you. If we talked to ourselves more often, we'd be a lot happier and a lot more on track. We'd have a lot less depression, anger, frustration, and confusion. We'd have a lot more peace, joy, clarity, and direction in our lives.
Start talking to yourself if you haven't already…they won't lock you up for doing that. And if they do, at least you'll have someone to talk to there who loves you -- your invisible best friend!

Also appearing this week in the Canadian Medhunters Magazine.