i talk to myself.
sometimes i wonder if the only reason i have cats is so that when i'm at home, alone, and talking to myself i can pretend that i'm doing it for the sake of the poor kitties who need attention. despite that we're all three of us (me, sherlock and moriarty) aware that none of us finds the conversation engaging.
yeah, you know you have issues when even your cats think you're a crazy cat lady.
anyway, i take this talking to myself thing to a whole new level when i'm in the shower. i mean, i do my fair share of singing in the shower as well, but let's face it -- the shower is really meant to be used as a stage. meaning not only do i talk to myself, but i frequently (hi, speaking of crazy) perform.
now. for the record, sometimes my performances are very low-key (read: uncrazy). you know, like practicing for a job interview and rehearsing answers to questions you know you'll be asked. and sometimes i'll rehearse conversations, too, like what i might say on the phone if That Guy calls.
on the other hand, sometimes my performances are somewhat...dramatic.
for example, sometimes i perform monologues. and while sometimes the monologues are really just me reciting bits of movies, sometimes the monologues are delivered with great flourish. and, um, accents.
and then there are the times when i feel confident that i won't disturb my neighbors and decide to launch into elaborate musical numbers. showtunes are a favorite choice, but loungey ballads creep in with some regularity. (my shower is SO a cabaret, old chum.)
but beyond the songs and drama, my shower is the perfect (and only) place for practicing my stand-up skills.
i bring this up now for perhaps obvious reasons, sure. i mean, i do have comedy on the brain these days. but i was performing stand-up routines for my shampoo long before the recent influence of The Comic*. the only difference is that now i'm more likely to actually write some of those things down.
and post them here.
*whose real name is NOT shecky. or Ish, for that matter.