Or Has An Imaginary Friend

When it comes to folks talking to themselves, there are two schools of thought: it's either a sign of insanity or intelligence.

I say it could be either, but I lean toward the latter as:

1. crazy people are easy to spot, and talking to themselves is but one symptom; and

2. everyone does it, including me; I find as I get older it helps me to keep organised.

But then there's my mother-in-law, who has conversations with herself all day long: she talks to the TV, she holds discussions with the dead fish while making dinner, and she natters away in her bedroom.

I've even heard her gabbing while taking a shower (it's not difficult; like many older Hong Kong women she's also loud, and her voice carries right through the door).

If talking to yourself is a sign of intelligence, then she's a freaking genius.

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