sweeneytodd

here's a little tidbit about me:

I sing in empty elevators. It's not a conscious habit, really. But very often when I'm in an elevator by myself, I just find myself quietly singing -- odd bits of an opera aria, a song that's stuck in my head, wordless tunes and strings of nonsense syllables. Or reciting odd bits of prose -- my office's outgoing voicemail message, lines from a play, a spontaneous monologue of my own devising.

I always think I'm singing very softly, but sometimes the elevator doors open and someone is standing there waiting to get on -- and then I wonder if they heard me, and I get a little embarressed.

I've also noticed that I also do it sometimes when I'm driving around town or walking down the street. Always while in transit, though -- I've never caught myself doing it while at home or anywhere stationary. I wonder why that is?