Sometimes my thinking takes the form of actually talking to myself out loud. But this is usually only when something is really bothering me or I have some grandiose or noble plan, which I’m probably procrastinating about or likely to forget (don’t tell me that, though). I’m usually driving when I do this.
All the time my thinking takes the form of talking to myself out loud, to the point where my girlfriend kicks me because I’ve woken her at 5am again. It tends to take the form of roleplaying situations—at the least, imagining myself explaining something to someone else. I have no plans to stop this behaviour, because it’s how I actually get lots of thinking done.
Like you, I find this a useful technique. But I often note when I do this (most often when driving) that the other person in the conversation doesn’t do much beyond nod and ask me to clarify further.
The exception is my erstwhile therapist, who when I imagined having conversations with her would ask me questions that forced me to completely rethink what I was saying. I would occasionally relate these conversations to her; she seemed to find them amusing.
All the time my thinking takes the form of talking to myself out loud, to the point where my girlfriend kicks me because I’ve woken her at 5am again. It tends to take the form of roleplaying situations—at the least, imagining myself explaining something to someone else. I have no plans to stop this behaviour, because it’s how I actually get lots of thinking done.
Like you, I find this a useful technique. But I often note when I do this (most often when driving) that the other person in the conversation doesn’t do much beyond nod and ask me to clarify further.
The exception is my erstwhile therapist, who when I imagined having conversations with her would ask me questions that forced me to completely rethink what I was saying. I would occasionally relate these conversations to her; she seemed to find them amusing.