• Lemminary@lemmy.world
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    9 months ago

    That would never be me. I’m constantly talking to myself. People think I’m crazy, but I think I’m just bursting with ideas!

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      9 months ago

      Yeah I talk to myself and my cat way too much, I actually talk more when I’m alone than I do when someone else is around.

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      Dude you’re not alone, talk to myself all the time. When I am caught I just tell people I was needing an expert opinion. Its gets a good laugh and people don’t think I’m crazy. Agatha Christina would play out the dialog in her novels to herself outloud. Most people with an active imagination does this.

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      It would be me, except I swear a lot under my breath when I run into problems with software or things. In two languages simultaneously, even.

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          English and a language that’s highly inflective and flexible. So I can’t decide if it’s worse than C++, but that still seems unlikely.

          The upside is that a handful of swearword roots produce a vast array of actual meanings. And, we have compound swearings too! Stuff like ‘ballscockwhore cuntfuck’ is entirely possible, with shades of meaning even.

          I had to give up talking via swearing at a previous job, because I realized I had trouble coming up with regular words for the things I meant.

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    9 months ago

    I cannot relate. I live with my GF but even if she leaves for the night I’ll start talking to my self somehow.

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    Aside from work, most of the talking I do at home is joking around with my cat. He has no idea what the fuck is going on but I crack myself up and he meows his little heart out like he’s watching John Mulaney

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    9 months ago

    You lucky BS bastards… And I have to answer the same question to my kid every 5 seconds.

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    9 months ago

    I battled severe depression, drug/alcohol abuse/addiction. I was living in the Colorado rockies in the cold mountains with out connection to civilization for weeks on end… im unofficially on rhe spectrum too. I think ive gone a couple days saying nothing, definitely.

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      9 months ago

      I would imagine one would curse a lot in that situation… We are not the same!

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    4, because I work partly remote so there have been occasions where I have no reason to leave the house or see another person for four days. I’m introverted so it’s kind of nice, but it’s probably not healthy

    Edit: and my dog is not mine: I share custody with my ex (it’s actually her dog) so that’s only half a week

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    9 months ago

    I have gone days without talking to other people but I don’t think I’ve ever gone a waking hour without talking.

  • LemmyKnowsBest@lemmy.world
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    If I didn’t talk to myself out loud or use voice-to-text on my phone to leave internet comments, I’d be on day 5 of vocal silence right now.

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    When I moved to my current house, my wife and kid were at our previous house for a while. I deliberately chose this house for its isolation, so for a while the only people I really spoke to were local cashiers every few days. (Side note: my kid was three at the time and had left a toy triceratops on the back of one of the commodes the day we signed for the house. I never thought a toilet would make me miss someone so much.)

    Anyway, I work remotely and had a daily virtual meeting. Most days, that meeting was the first and last time I spoke. I also had some kind of long lived sinus infection going on, so not only did I speak pretty rarely, until I opened my mouth I wasn’t even sure if I’d have a voice that day.