One day my first year in college, I was standing in line for food. There was this cute girl in front of me. She looked nice and interesting. I loved how she was dressed, kinda weird but fun, with this sweet blue-green coat on, and her haircut. Which reminds me now of Uma Thurman’s in Pulp Fiction, but kind of an ashy blonde. Or was it pale blue? I forget.

Anyways, I was just noticing her and how cool she seemed. I thought I might like to befriend her, when I realized she was talking to herself. Like a full, somewhat paranoid, but intelligent conversation with nobody.

It freaked me out a bit, and I remember thinking, “schizophrenic.”

It changed the way I saw her, alarmed me a little, and I looked away. No longer wanted to be her friend.

I realize now she may well have been communicating with higher dimensional beings, or her higher self, or her telepathic lover, or whatever, and I should trust my own gut instincts (I was drawn to her energy, pure and simple. what really matters) instead of societal judgments and propaganda.

She was totes my people! By my people I mean alien

Do you talk to yourself?