When you live alone it happens that one would want to say something, but he can not say it is, in fact, alone. Unless one does not speak for itself. As I do sometimes, so to speak. Ok, I admit, sometimes I find myself talking to myself. At present only within the walls of the house, but do not exclude that in a not too distant future could happen elsewhere. On the other hand, since I do not own teen-age, it may be that faccia fatica a tenere a freno una eventuale arteriosclerosi.
I discorsi che faccio con me stesso sono, di solito, abbastanza corti in quanto trovo parlare con me stesso, molto noioso. Per cui mi limito a frasi di circostanza:
cosa mangiamo oggi? E lo chiedi a me? Guarda cosa c'è nel frigo e non rompere le palle. Lo sai benissimo cosa c'è nel frigo: niente. E allora che vuoi? Vai al supermarcato e fai la spesa. Si, ma poi chi cucina? Non dirlo a me, lo sai che odio cucinare. Anch'io. Andiamo a mangiare fuori? Ok, andiamo.
O anche: dovrei fare la lavatrice. Falla domani. Non ho più mutande. Vai a comprarne due o tre paia. Ne ho seimila paia, non posso comprare underpants every day. Ok, then do the laundry. Well, I do.
only happens sometimes that the guy upstairs, while walking down the stairs I hear when I review it and inform:
-I've heard, while coming down. Were you with someone?
No, no, speaks for itself.
-Ah. There.
That people know that talking to yourself when you look weird. I've always wondered why one speaks for itself is considered a kind of demented. I mean, if you do not have anyone in the area, and I want to talk, I do? It 's a bit like when you beat the piss, if there is a bathroom nearby, not thee keep: looking for a tree, a corner, a place a little 'hide and do there. So, sorry, because to speak should not be the same? I want to talk, I have no one around, talking to himself. Embeh?
Lately I've also come up with another method: I speak with television. Let me explain: I turn on the TV and wait for the news. When given the news, I am speaking. Type:
-ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Tragic striding, this morning, near Gioia Tauro. A car crashed at high speed against the guardrail.
And here I speak, because to talk to the TV you need timing: azz. There were dead?
-three dead and one wounded, the tragic budget.
know? The trick is to ask what ninety percent will be said later, so that all the dialogue seems almost sensible. In short
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