Reflections of Me: I Talk To Myself. Continued
Sometimes I talk to myself. In this phenomena I am not alone, thankfully. Else I might think me mad. Hmmm. I just might be mad anyway. Fortunately, I am not alone in this, either. Perhaps, better to say, UNfortunately I am not alone in this either. I am also nearing completion of my 75th year. 10 out of 10 Republicans, and 8 out of 10 Democrats, agree: I am too old not to be affected by dementia or Alzheimer's disease. Just ask them, they'll tell you. They're young, and still in the Know-It-All stage of development. Plus, they can neither read nor write nor spell nor use grammar properly. They can do a mean click-post emojis though. Makes them perfectly capable of running a entire Nation, of course. Anyway, I recently had this conversation with myself: Self: What's happening, old dude? Me: Eh, same old, same old. Hey, who woke you up?...