I don't know how many of you live alone, or how many of you talk out loud to yourselves, but in my experience, I've generally found that the two go hand in hand.
I'm not talking about incessant mumbling -- just random comments that you don't think twice about uttering because no one will care that you sound a little crazy. Most of the phrases that float around my apartment are reactions to TV shows or reminders of things I should be doing.
But last weekend I punctuated the silence with something new. I heard myself say the following sentence, quite angrily, and it was directed at a bowl of watermelon:
"You're supposed to be seedless, you son of a bitch."
That's right. I trash-talked fruit. So if you're ever wondering what kind of lunacy escapes my brain when there's no reason to filter it, there you go. I'm off to shame an avocado.