Funny we all do it, we catch ourselves excusing ourselves to our family and friends " oh i'm sorry I was just talking to myself." When is it to much. My teen caught me carring on a conversation with myself the other day in the kitchen and asked it I was ok. Today I was cleaning the kitchen and must have really been chatting it up because before I knoew it a couple of hours went by. This is not the first time but I am to embarrassed to tell the doctor either i'm going crazier or my kitchen is haunted (hahah)
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