I guess I can admit this here. My secret is out.
I have been known to talk to myself. Out loud. Though, with the proliferation of Bluetooths stuck in people's ears, it is not as strange a sight coming across someone in the grocery store talking out loud as it once was. Still, I do sometimes startle myself when I realize that I am thinking out loud.
The other night I was caught by a dog walker who was laughing so hard his dog turned to look quizzically at him.
"Did you just apologize to that rabbit?"
"Well, yes, I did."
I startled the poor little guy, who went scurrying off, so it only seemed polite. And a natural thing to do.
I am Canadian, afterall.
Yesterday, I met up with the dog walker in the elevator.
"Still scaring the bunnies?" he asked.
It wouldn't have been so bad if there weren't other people in the elevator.