Talking to myself
I talk out loud to myself.
It’s especially pronounced when I go to the market since, even though I have a list at home, I always forget to bring it along, so I have to keep the shopping list in my head, where I’m sure to forget at least half of what I came to pick up.
So, I talk my way around the grocery market trying to recall the essential things I need: Oatmeal, salad, dinner...
Today, as I talked my way through the available options in one aisle, a lady was nearby. Finally she said, “What is your name?” I told her, and she said, “I realize you’re having a private conversation, but, you know, because of your smile, some people may feel invited to respond.” And then she added, “It’s not a bad thing being known as the guy with the biggest smile in the room.”
Her comments made me laugh and enjoy continuing talking my way around the market.