An Unsuccessful Conversation with Myself or Michael’s Verbal Masturbation

Which title do you like best? Read on and answer the one that suits the post. Well, I was talking with myself, aloud, as I frequently do when I am home alone (or not alone). They are usually small little rants of disagreements with myself. The following is another one of those short conversations that took place today.

Michael: “I’m talking to myself again.”
Michael: “Yes, I know this.”
Michael: “Why do I do this? Especially aloud like I do?”
Michael: “Because you’re crazy.”
Michael: “Crazy like a fox!—you mean.”
Michael: “No, I mean crazy like a madman.”
Michael: “A madman—who—looks like a crazy fox!”
Michael: “...”
Michael: “What?”
Michael: “You’re doing it again…”
Michael: “What?”
Michael: “Talking to yourself…”
Michael: “Oh! Yes, I do do that from time to time don’t I?”
Michael: “Yes.”
Michael: “Hmm…”

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