Why I’m ten years old in my head and men check me out at traffic lights for the wrong reasons

LCan we talk about the fact that I spend most of my life talking to myself?And I don’t mean the occasional little chat.I mean full conversations.With hand gestures.Facial expressions.Different voices.The lot.The other day I was sat at the traffic lights having a full conversation with myself.Honestly, it was Oscar-worthy.I was explaining things.Arguing points.Making dramatic gestures.Basically hosting my own podcast before I’d even got to work.Then I noticed somebody in the car next to me looking over.For a split second, my brain went:“Oh my God, are they checking me out?” 😏Then I remembered that inside my head live an 8-year-old and a 10-year-old who are largely unsupervised and make most of the decisions.The confidence lasted about three seconds.Then reality arrived.And I realised they were probably looking at me because I’d been performing a one-woman show at a set of traffic lights.Honestly, if anybody had muted the audio, it probably looked like I was negotiating a hostage situation.Please tell me I’m not the only neurodivergent person who has entire conversations with themselves in the car.Because at this point, I spend more time talking to imaginary people than real ones. 😭😂