That's so funny-bunny! Shut up, it's not. Why are you so mean to me?

The lack of human contact in my secluded and remote office cubicle as put a toll on me. On one hand, I like the fact that I have freedom in my work environment. On the other hand, I’m not sure if talking to yourself is a healthy habit to develop. Over the past two weeks, my relationship with myself has developed into best-friend status—to the point where I have actual conversations with myself.

Me 1: Laughting at something stupid. Oh, that’s so funny-bunny (I also like to rhyme words).
Me 2: Omg, you’re doing it again.
Me 1: What?
Me 2: Stop talking to yourself.
Me 1: But it’s funny.
Me 2: People will think you’re crazy.
Me 1: So? It’s funny.
Me 2: It’s not even that funny!
Me 1: It’s funny to me.

It’s very likely that I need help. Socializing will probably solve the problem. But I’m not sure if I want to. I must admit, my life has become a lot more interesting. Finally, a person who gets my jokes!

Damn, right, you better not get rid of me. But what if want to, it’s not normal, you know? Normal people are boring. Mom calls me crazy! Mom’s crazy. Well, yeah…you're always right! :-)

It just occurred to me that if Me 3 is born, that would be extreme. I would use terms like "you guys" and "they" and "them." Lol. Omg, we would party all night long.