My little secret.

I do something sort of taboo to speak of, something that is shunned and which would place me in a  category I find ludicrous and unflattering. I refuse to acknowledge the old wives tales  attached to what I believe is a seemingly harmless and rather necessary past time.
I have full blown conversations with myself but they mostly take place in my head. These conversations that make perfect sense to me but would probably perplex others. are rather enlightening and at times amusing. I have full blown discussions about my life, current situations and every day occurrences. I ask poignant questions and give myself relatively intelligent answers.
I can't be the only one who does this, am I ?

 Naturally I am a day dreamer, I find I am most comfortable when I am far removed from harsh realities and lost in one of my many fantasies.This is probably one of the reasons why conversations with myself seem more natural to me than any forced interactions with others. I am not big on small talk in person or on the phone and even though I am a talkative person; at times I find conversations with others tedious.  I find these conversations with myself therapeutic and I could even go as far as to say that they provide me with a sense of relief.
I get lost in thought easily, while this might be annoying to people I interact with to me it's an opportunity to quickly assess things in my head and readily make decisions. My conversations span various topics and I find I give excellent advice, I guess to me it all makes perfect sense because after all who better to give expert advice to me, especially on issues concerning myself than well me of course. These sessions with myself for the most part are inaudible but there have been times I have been caught red handed,  fully animated, having a question and answer session or in dept conversation with just me, myself and I.



Some say it is unhealthy and could even be a manifestation of underlying issues. I am sure with more maladies being discovered and address daily some over zealous, so called professional would not only agree but gladly diagnose me as schizophrenic, depressed, or downright insane but I guarantee you, I am not.  My brain is on point, all these conversations have been nothing more than my brain  exercising and conditioning itself, helping me to maintain healthy, growing cells and keeping me away from unnecessary drama with others.