to worry I'm in danger of turning into a mad old f**k

[mistymeana]

I love living on my own after eons of being at the beck and call of all and sundry but today I caught myself doing something I suddenly realised I do quite a bit and it's got me worried that I'm turning into a mad old f*k who will be found a couple of weeks after I've popped with my ears nibbled off by cats. I was trying to get myself out the door to have my hair mown (too unruly to consider it a trim) and meet a friend for lunch and realised that whenever I've been faffing about or, more usually, I've forcing myself to go and do something I really don't want to I say "let's do this Bradley" nice and determinedly in the stylee of the Dark Destroyer from The Chase. Luckily, as far as I know, I've only said it when I've been alone so far so my mad as f*kness is a guilty secret but I fear it is only a matter of time before I'm the one everyone's trying to avoid standing next to in the queue.

Oh I wouldn't worry about it, I talk to myself all the time.

The men in white jackets won't be called for you yet.

Talked complete bollocks to myself loudly the whole way round Ikea today. The worst thing was everyone smiled indulgently at me as if I was a sweet amiable lady of a certain age. If I was still young and hot I'd have looked disturbing and edgy and everyone would have avoided me.

I'm ridiculously eccentric, and a diagnosed mad fuck to boot, I'm not worried at all I love my life! If I could spot that I might be isolating myself in a way that affected my quality of life, attachment to others or along with self care issues (or, going on past behaviour, someone else spotted my absence) then yeah, I'd act to be a bit more healthy. Just enjoying serenity and solitude and chatting away to myself? Nah, that's just every day Except I talk to my animals and listen to them as well so I'm a bit further along than you maybe. Mad hair, mad dress sense and frequently lurking around the woods, I'm lucky no one is out for witches here any more or I'd be the first to the pond. Happy as a happy thing in happy land though.
Doesn't everyone do a little pep talk or have habits?

I'm lurking around the woods with my dogs for exercise purposes, I'm not actually lurking for weird reasons...although I did accidentally run across some doggers recently so if you hear I'm being a woods perv it's just a misunderstanding. Honest.

Ha ha ha! That made me laugh! I think you sound like someone I would like! :-D

I was singing along with my running music this morning. Didn't notice. There were people. The shame.

See this is why we have cats. Get one, call it Bradley, then no-one thinks your crazy, just talking to your cat. who will eat you when you die

Hmmm... you might be onto something NoCry. I quite fancy a little dog so the cats have something other than me to boss around. I could call him/her Bradley and go lurking in the woods to try and "accidentally" happen across doggers too.

it's a total win=win situation!

To be honest it was, erm, disappointing, so I'm not saying don't get a lovely little dog but probably no need to wear your best undies while going for a walk just on the off chance. I'm usually very nonjudgmental when it comes to people's activities but I honestly had an Alan Partridge 'Lynn, they're sex people ' moment, it was the physical manifestation of what I imagine a sexual encounter with Nigel Farage would be like but folded into the back of a small Ford.

The cats hear everything. Might they use this against you?

If that's the worst of it, you're safe for a good long while yet! 😊

I'm always talking to myself and 'instructing' myself. 'Come on now Mouse get your shit together and do xyz' (boring task) or worse still 'Oh come on Mouse, you can have a nice cup of coffee if you get it done' in the tone used to cajole a 2yo. They've not had me carted off yet!

The cats hear everything. Might they use this against you?

Without a doubt.

FYI I talk to myself using a name that isn't my name. It was a nickname derived from a mishearing of my actual name one person called me years ago. It has stuck in my head for some reason. It's my "kick up the arse" talking to myself name. No idea why. It works.