Warning: In which I out myself as a complete weirdo. I ran across this article yesterday on FB (thank you, Lorelei’s Lit Lair!) that completely struck home with me. I’ve always talked to myself. Even when I was a little kid (much to the chagrin of the nuns in Catholic school). And know, talking to yourself might be a sign of genius? Ha! Who knew? One of my earliest recollections from the first grade was going up to the pencil sharpener and having this complete conversation with myself while sharpening my pencil. I have no idea what I said. I just remember Sister turning and looking at me and asking who I was talking to. Of course, my face turned bright red because I was talking to myself (something she probably already knew). Once you’ve been publicly humiliated in the Read More…