Talking to myself...

My head is like a constant story. Emerging out of every minute of my daily life. A stranger might walk by and say nothing more than "Hi, how are you today". I will mumble fine, but in my head I will have an entire conversation with the person. I will think about what witty remark I should have made and the snappy comment they would make in response. We go on back and forth until we have had a very lively conversation. I will smile to myself at the memory of the conversation. I was so witty here... oh, there they had a good point. Except...wait...there was no conversation. It was all in my head, they merely said hi.

Why does my mind do that? Is it because deep down I am not really the loner I believe that I am? Is it that I feel the need to make a connection with someone? Or is it just that my life and myself are so ordinary that I need to make ordinary things significant, like they matter? I need to be more then just ordinary.