I'm standing here in the cold. I'm also indoors, which is a clear indication that I have a problem on my hands. I am having a kind of weird, out-of-body experience. Nothing spiritual, mind you, but weird. I know I am talking because I can hear my nasal ramblings, like the unseen teacher in all of those "Charlie Brown" specials. But I am more aware of my audience than I am of my own pontificating.
Perhaps you have been here, too? Like when you have crossed your better half and you are digging yourself out of some hole, and you start wondering if it sounds sincere enough. You are talking, but your brain is dedicating more synapses to interpreting your mate's reaction than it is to forming sentences.