Let's Just All Talk to Ourselves

So today, as I was walking home from the bus stop, I saw this man who was clearly daydreaming. He was a pretty old looking man (well into his 60s), and I saw him karate chop his left arm into the air and then breathe out the work punk or something of the sort.

I felt like I could relate to that old man so well! I mean, I'll admit it, I make my own little stories while I walk home from the bus stop. It's a great break from reality, those four and a half blocks. I daydream about things that I wish would happen, I think about things that tickle my interest but I just never think about while I'm doing other things.

I do the same thing when I am lying in bed right before I sleep. I think of the things that happened that day, the people that are important to me, and my priorities.

And so when I saw that man, I thought 'Wow, even when I'm alone, I'm not alone."