It's been about three years now and I find the conversation just fine. I was asked once, by a visitor who heard me talking as he was arriving at my door, as to whom I was speaking with. My reply was, "Me. It's okay to ask yourself questions and it's okay to answer yourself. Now, if you ever ask yourself, "What was the question?", it's time to seek help."

One of the best parts for me is only having to focus on the results of a task and not the means or methods. I only care that the floor is clean and not as to whether it should be mopped or scrubbed or done so in a clockwise motion, ccw motion, back and forth, or... shut the f*** up or wash the d*** floor yourself.... what ? No, f*** you. Ah, sweet memories.

Another is the pleasure of working on a task alone. My ex use to be so keen the help me. I would explain what I was doing if she wasn't familiar and would ask her to assist by passing me tools, cleaning along... well, it's part of the job and you did ask if you could help... but I'm teaching you as we go... yeah, but if you don't learn about it first, you could get hurt if you make a wrong move... no, I didn't say you were stupid, just that you don't have enough experience at... no, the broom won't fit there... what ? No, f*** you. Kodak moments, eh what ?