This week, my daughter's away at band camp. I just caught myself talking to myself.
I persist, as a widower still in love with my wife, in refusing new companionship, which perhaps explains my self-mutterings. Am I wrong in my persistence?
Outside opinion on this has varied. Here at home, however, I'm adamant, and my daughter, natural psychologist that she is, appreciates my adamancy as reason enough to concur. Yet when one finds oneself in vocal conversation with oneself, it rather shakes one's certainty.
I post this therapeutically. At least I'm talking to you, and not myself.
Get a cat. Talk to it.
Posted by: William Caulfield | July 29, 2015 at 10:37 AM
That's what I was going to say. Get two cats, then you not only have (hopefully awake) discussion partners, but you also can be an intermediary when they have a spat...
Posted by: Petra Caulfield | July 29, 2015 at 10:42 AM
I go with a second dog myself but to each his own.
Posted by: Peter G | July 29, 2015 at 10:59 AM
You touch on my deepest fear. I do not believe in an interventionist God but if I did the boon I would pray for was an instantaneous death that took both my wife and myself. I can't say death frightens me overly much as I have had a greater length of life than most humans can claim. But I do fear the grief and loneliness that must be either my lot or my wife's should either predecease the other. It is an unenviable choice. We, my wife and I, have talked of such things and my advice to her was to find such solace in companionship with my blessing as might come her way were I to go first. But I don't know if I could take my own advice.
Posted by: Peter G | July 29, 2015 at 11:10 AM
To this layman your writing indicates a highly organized mind. I've often spoken aloud to myself briefly, even with other people around - a short sentence or two - and only feel odd speaking to the TV.
I've read losing a spouse is one of the most emotionally complicated events we endure and would not pretend ability to make any type of judgement.
Posted by: Bob | July 29, 2015 at 11:10 AM
Amen.
Posted by: Matt | July 29, 2015 at 11:34 AM
I thought that talking to oneself was a sign of a deep thinker?
Posted by: Anne J | July 29, 2015 at 03:39 PM
I have to talk to myself, nobody else will listen!
Posted by: David & Son of Duff | July 29, 2015 at 03:44 PM
Next you'll surprise us by claiming to read what you write here.
Posted by: Bob | July 29, 2015 at 06:16 PM
From the movie The Ruling Class:
Lady Claire Gurney: How do you know you're God?
Jack Arnold Alexander Tancred Gurney, 14th Earl of Gurney: Simple. When I pray to Him, I find I am talking to myself.
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Posted by: The Dark Avenger | July 29, 2015 at 08:38 PM