I talk to myself a lot. I work out ideas, I have conversations with myself. I'm a good listener I (for myself, though I admit I'm quite repetitive). So far, the nicest surprise to having a new dog is that it no longer looks like I'm talking to myself when we're out walking. Now instead of a bearded weirdo walking down the street muttering to himself, I'm a charming bearded weirdo talking to his dog about nonsense. I hope no one calls animal safety services on me, if that's even a thing.