This could be embarrassing if he reads this. Oh well.
It sure is different having to change roommates after 20 years or so. My new roommate talks to himself. A lot. Like sometimes I can't tell when he's talking to me or when he talks to himself. At least when Mom does it, you can tell who she's talking to.
The thing is, I don't think he even realizes all the time when he does it. The other night, I was trying to go to sleep. It was past midnight (maybe 12:30 am?). He was sitting there trying to write an essay or something, and merrily talking to himself while he did it. I finally had to ask him to please stop talking to himself so that I could go to sleep.
Next place I move into, I'm at least getting a private room. I deserve it.