Two times this week, on two separate occasions I have been "that person."

It started on Tuesday when I was writing in my journal while on the subway and I realized that I was singing out loud, to myself. It wasn't loud or anything, but I'm sure that the woman next to me could hear me. I tried to stop, but five minutes later I was singing again.

Then, this morning while I was walking to the subway I passed a guy who looked a little like Michael Delaney from The Swarm. So I started imagining how funny it would be to see all of The Swarm crossing Buena Vista on the bike path. And then I imagined saying to them "Hello, The Swarm, what brings you to Our Fair City?" And then I realized that I was talking out loud.