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If you talk to yourself, Does that Make you Crazy?
Go ahead, it'll just miss.
And really, how the hell am I supposed to know what something from 1964 is?!
On-topic,
er… I don't talk to my self.
Anyway…
I don't think that talking to yourself means you're insane. Even referring to yourself in the third person the whole time doesn't do it. In fact, I'd go so far as to say conversing with yourself isn't crazy.
Arguing with yourself, however, is a clear sign of insanity. Especially if you're losing.
Anyway…
I don't think that talking to yourself means you're insane. Even referring to yourself in the third person the whole time doesn't do it. In fact, I'd go so far as to say conversing with yourself isn't crazy.
Arguing with yourself, however, is a clear sign of insanity. Especially if you're losing.
Crap…
Anyway…
I don't think that talking to yourself means you're insane. Even referring to yourself in the third person the whole time doesn't do it. In fact, I'd go so far as to say conversing with yourself isn't crazy.
Arguing with yourself, however, is a clear sign of insanity. Especially if you're losing.
Yea. I can see that. I don't argue with myself. (Thank God!)
You want proof of my insanity, click the link below the cloud picture.
Hang on, you want us to take you seriously, but then you try to prove to us that you are stark raving mad? Not that it matters much, we knew it anyway.
Anyway…
I don't think that talking to yourself means you're insane. Even referring to yourself in the third person the whole time doesn't do it. In fact, I'd go so far as to say conversing with yourself isn't crazy.
Arguing with yourself, however, is a clear sign of insanity. Especially if you're losing.
Translation: Yes, talking to yourself makes you insane but no one wants to admit it because they don't want to think that they are.
AHAHA~ you should see me when i'm drawing, no one in my high school art class EVER wanted to sit near me, i'd talk to myself, make funny faces and move around a ton~
i mean, nothing quite compared to someone tapping me on the shoulder when i was drawing a fight scene XD
AHAHA~ you should see me when i'm drawing, no one in my high school art class EVER wanted to sit near me, i'd talk to myself, make funny faces and move around a ton~
i mean, nothing quite compared to someone tapping me on the shoulder when i was drawing a fight scene XD
i had no friends during elementary school for that same reason. lol!
Actually, I think you'd me more crazy if you don't realize you're doing it. When you do realize, at lest you can snap back to reality, as in "Wait, I'm talking crazy again, back to the world now…"
If you don't realize it, you don't know normal from crazy, or plain normal, for that matter, because your craziness is your normal. I know, normal is relative, but you know what I mean. I hope.
Actually, I think you'd me more crazy if you don't realize you're doing it. When you do realize, at lest you can snap back to reality, as in "Wait, I'm talking crazy again, back to the world now…"
If you don't realize it, you don't know normal from crazy, or plain normal, for that matter, because your craziness is your normal. I know, normal is relative, but you know what I mean. I hope.
I can't count the amount of times I've caught myself talking to inanimate objects or myself when I go for long walks at one in the morning.
I ranted about bus stations for half an hour to a lamppost, then as soon as I realised what I was doing I yelled 'STOP FUCKING TALKING TO YOURSELF' the exact moment someone walked decided to walk past. Wheeeeeeeeeeee.
I think I count as crazy. That's a worrying thought.
hahaha, i do that crap all the time, ct! xD once you realize what you're doing, it's kind of like "wow… i feel like one of those druggies" hur. and i bicker incessently to myself at school. no one seems to notice, which amuses me to no end and encourages me to continue.
I don't talk to myself, per se, but both of my hands have long been designated as "spiders." The index finger on each hand is "the head," and they (left and right) walk around on their "legs" and talk in high squeeky voices, saying such things as:
Left spider: "Hey, you can't do that!"
Right spider: "Sure I can."
Left spider: "How come you get to!"
Right spider: "Cause I'm attached!"
Which always causes both spiders to fall upon their backs and wiggle their four legs (and head) in the air, breaking into insane amounts of laughter! The joke being, of couse, that they are not spiders at all, but hands. And as hands, they are attached…to the end of my arms.
So, I guess that isn't really talking to ones self, but kind of a self-talking through anamorphic, inmaginary conversation by arachnid proxy…sorta thing.
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