I talk to myself a lot

I was walking home from the train the other day and I was thinking about something, I think it was my Old Testament teacher, and I realized I was moving my lips. I then realized I probably looked as crazy as the randomly-shouting street people who hang out near the methadone clinic near my house. It wasn't really a big revelation, but sort of sad that the "crazy" is starting to get out of control. Maybe it's because I don't talk to any people for days at a time and I just HAVE to talk. Who knows.