I talk to God. I believe that he listens mostly because when I talk to him I can decide between alternatives. My boyfriend's mother talks to God. She, like me, has a continual conversation with God, but she actually talks so you can hear her side of the conversation. Like for example, she drops a spoon into the garbage disposal, so that she needs to call a plumber. "Oye, Lord, yah couldna waited till the weekend." My conversations are silent, but really intense. Especially during mass, I'm presenting my case, and suddenly my brother is hugging me during the sign of peace.