I talk to myself.
This is something that I have known to be true for quite some time now, but I don't think I realized just how frequently it happens--or the severity of the issue--until a few weeks ago.
Arriving at work in the morning (across a parking lot and a up three stories in an elevator...judge me, my purse is super heavy) realizing when I sit down at my desk that I can't be certain if I've been singing out loud (or only in my head) for that six(ish) minutes.
After three minutes of sitting nearby, a high school student sitting in my office says to me (with an eye roll): "yeah, I read texts out loud to myself too..."
On more than one occasion I have left Target thinking, "There's a strong chance that I just audibly listed my way through those last few aisles: 'I have detergent, and plenty of dryer sheets. I don't need toothpaste...four sixty-five?! what?!'" (this I'm pretty sure happened in a fake British accent. Yep, I'm that ridiculous--I think aloud, make lists, speak to myself in a fake accent) That poor small child on the aisle with me...no wonder he kept looking at me as he walked away.
I'm assuming this is a sign that I'm getting old. Or that I'm rapidly becoming absolutely bonkers.
Either way, I can't imagine how much worse it will be in fifty years.