As I get older, I'm (unfortunately) becoming more and more like my parents. I find that I talk to myself quite a bit and increasingly talk OUTLOUD to myself. I can be mid-way through a conversation and suddenly realize that I'm the only one in the group huddle. I'm not sure if I should be alarmed about this or not.
This morning as I was walking into work I realized I was talking outloud to myself and I had just uttered "...that's what it's all about." The instant thereafter, I started doing the Hokey Pokey!! Yes, I was standing in the parking garage elevator corridor doing the Hokey Pokey. I remember hearing a comedian or someone famous say once...maybe the Hokey Pokey is what IT'S all about. What is "it?" Who knows....and does it really matter? Maybe doing the HP is what cures the world. I was brave enough to give it a try. Nothing happened but I kind of expected delayed reaction from the universe.
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And you said I needed therapy. Well, if that just isn't the penguin calling the barcolounger fruit!
But at least I can admit it when I need therapy. So blah.
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