I've pretty much always talked to myself...probably a result of growing up an only child with a severe shortage of playmates. It doesn't help that now I'm married to a man who suffers from severe hearing loss as well as selective male hearing. It's never been a problem. At least, not when I'm home behind closed doors or outside in my securely fenced and treed backyard. However, talking to yourself can become a bit of an addiction that takes over in unsuitable situations.....ie....in public. It happened in the grocery store this morning. There was a fair crowd shopping and I was hovering over the tomatoes declaiming on the merits of partially ripe, ripe and OMG what IS that smell when I noticed that I was quite alone in a sea of people that had parted far far to the east west north and south of me. Huh! Now what do you suppose THAT was about?