Yes I find that too.

LOA;

Good Un, Ya got me. I quit My Lady.


Camac

Thanks for the laugh, guy and lady.

So if you’ll excuse me now. I’m having a conversation with myself, but I don’t feel any smarter for it.

Later, JC

This is not so silly as you think. Lots of people talk to themselves, and the exercise of getting it out into words often does clarify things. It's not nutty either -- it works especially well for people whose attentional problems they might have had in childhood carry forward into adulthood. It does help collect and stabilize a train of thought, and you really can uncover something you didn't know you knew.

I'll confess that I have a fairly concrete "other self" who is a younger version of me, a child actually (no, she doesn't go into Walmart and come out with three hundred dollars worth of candy while I have amnesia ) and we decide on things all the time. I have to say we get along very well. I think of it as a coping behavior -- a way of thinking that is a child's point of view, and that prevents me from taking myself or the world too seriously.

Neither one of us can stand Ralph Nader, btw.

Camac -- I love Kipling. That long poem at the very end of the second Jungle Book, when Mowgli leaves his three great animal friends and goes to live among his own kind, has me in tears any time I read it. Each of them gives advice and a blessing; then Baloo, Bagheera and Kaa all sing together:

On the trail that thou must tread
To the thresholds of our dread,
Where the Flower blossoms red;
Through the nights when thou shalt lie
Prisoned from our Mother-sky,
Hearing us, thy loves, go by;
In the dawns when thou shalt wake
To the toil thou canst not break,
Heartsick for the Jungle's sake:
Wood and Water, Wind and Tree,
Wisdom, Strength, and Courtesy,
Jungle-Favour go with thee!