“Hello, friend, it’s me, CRAZY! Yeah, CRAZY! So good to hear your voice.”

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by innerSpaceman

I can't wait for the day when technology allows me to pee down my pantleg without getting noticed!

LMFAO.

I talk to myself. I try to do this when I'm alone. Mostly I try to keep the monologue inside my own head. I was listening to my headphones on the subway and noticed a cute girl staring at me and smiling. I was thrilled that this adorable lesbian found me so attractive, but then I felt my throat moving, and realized that I'd been, for probably about 20 minutes, talking to myself. Because of my headphones I couldn't hear what I was saying. I have these internalized conversations but I must have started moving my lips, and then because I couldn't hear myself, I spoke up. I can't remember what I was saying or thinking, but I bet I was talking back and forth as if speaking to another person. And I'm pretty sure I looked insane. I do believe I gave her a horrified look of apology and shook my head, blushing madly.

[Claire]

OMG, we went to our library branch today just a few blocks from our house and Crazy Library Lady was sitting in the foyer, rocking, plastic bags at her feet, and reading a dictionary-like book out loud.

No phone. Just chanting and rocking.....everyday. The kids don't even notice her anymore. The only reason I gave her any notice is because I'd thought about starting a thread about her and any other local crazies out there.

For example, Doll Lady who used to carry these dirty dolls around town because (supposedly) her children died in a fire.

Or Superman/Spiderman who used to walk around downtown in full costume and in full character.

Or Box Man, who used to drive around town in a huge ass station wagon, collecting cardboard boxes and flattening them and filling his highly flammable house to the ceiling with cardboard........

Or my favorite....Martha the witch who used to "cast spells" on us as we threw rotten fruit at her mailbox in high school......and who used to drive around town in long flowy dresses with a dog in a basket on her bike ala Wicked Witch of the West!

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by Claire

For example, Doll Lady who used to carry these dirty dolls around town because (supposedly) her children died in a fire.

That's it, I'm moving in with you. Make a room available, ASAP. I want to live in your town, and I want to see life through your funny eyes.

Doll Lady + Cyborg Chinese Crazy Lady 4-eva!

[Baileykat]

I sadly TALK to myself all the time in the car! I don't know why...sometimes I practice conversations I'm going to have with people...sometimes just saying things outloud will make me remember things I need or need to do....

And I HATE it when I forget that I'm doing it...stop at a red light...and then look over and get the "She's crazy look!" from the driver of the car next to me.

[Bornieo: Fully Loaded]

Thanks to handless phone chatting, you can now are free to sing your heart out in the car without everyone pointing and laughing. Just lift up you cellphone into view whenever anyone stares at you while you belt out a tune.

[Not Afraid]

Speaking of CRAZY, this is a pic I got on Sunday from near Splash of a guy on Tom Sawyers Island.



No, your eyes are no decieving you. He is wearing a full superman outfit including gloves (but he was wearing board shorts instead).

[Baileykat]

Originally Posted by Bornieo: Fully Loaded

Thanks to handless phone chatting, you can now are free to sing your heart out in the car without everyone pointing and laughing. Just lift up you cellphone into view whenever anyone stares at you while you belt out a tune.

Guilty!

[TheatreTech]

Originally Posted by Baileykat

I sadly TALK to myself all the time in the car! I don't know why...sometimes I practice conversations I'm going to have with people...sometimes just saying things outloud will make me remember things I need or need to do....

And I HATE it when I forget that I'm doing it...stop at a red light...and then look over and get the "She's crazy look!" from the driver of the car next to me.

Oh, I talk to myself ALL the time. Not just in the "reading off a mental list of things to do/remember" way. But in the "full on conversation complete with arguing with myself" way. (Most of this happens in the car.)


...maybe i shouldn't have shared that.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

I sing and dance in the car. I don't care if people see. Hell, I want people to see, because I'm sure they'd get a chuckle out of it. Or maybe they'd appreciate someone that doesn't care what others think. Maybe it'd inspire them to have fun in the car too.

Originally Posted by TheatreTech

Oh, I talk to myself ALL the time. Not just in the "reading off a mental list of things to do/remember" way. But in the "full on conversation complete with arguing with myself" way. (Most of this happens in the car.)

Me too. When you're alone in the car and late for something, or forgot something at home, it's an environment ripe for yelling at yourself.

[Prudence]

I sing in the car, dance in the car, conduct imaginary orchestras in the car, practice oral arguments in the car (did I mention I talk with my hands?), talk at the other drivers (sorry about your tiny pee-pee!) in the car, provide running commentary whether or not I have a passenger...

But that's not surprising since I'm a motor-mouth outside the car, too.