At the supermarket tonight I was picking up some tasty groceries and found myself doing something I swore I’d never do: talking to myself in public. Sure, we all talk to ourselves when we’re in the privacy of our apartment (right? … right?), but people that talk to themselves in public are just weird.
And now I’m one of them.
I wasn’t talking loud enough to make people from the other aisles peek around the corner, but if anyone else had been in the immediate proximity, I’m afraid that, in their eyes, I would have been “the crazy guy complaining to himself that they didn’t have the right kind of pasta.”
Have you ever found yourself talking to yourself in public?
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