behind your eyes
so what's your inner voice like?
do you know what i mean? that continuously running inner monologue in your head? i know people who've suddenly realized one day that their inner voice has an accent, and has had one as long as they can remember.
my inner voice is me recounting things in my memoirs--planning out how i would explain this to people who weren't there. sometimes i'll recount the same thing, over and over, like i'm writing drafts. "maybe if i start with the memory of when i was six, that would provide an enlightening connection..." i think that's one of the reasons i've always had to journal. i have to get that constantly redrafting monologue out so that i can sleep.
if not this, i'm either singing to myself (listening to music in my head, that is), or talking to the people around me.
"hello cute boy. come over here. come talk to me. ...or don't. fine. jerk." "oh, don't even look at me like that. go back to what you were doing. nothing to see here."
i've also noticed that my inner voice doesn't like to shut up, so it babbles a lot. there has been many a day when i've been grateful that mind reading is a thing out of science fiction.
do you know what i mean? that continuously running inner monologue in your head? i know people who've suddenly realized one day that their inner voice has an accent, and has had one as long as they can remember.
my inner voice is me recounting things in my memoirs--planning out how i would explain this to people who weren't there. sometimes i'll recount the same thing, over and over, like i'm writing drafts. "maybe if i start with the memory of when i was six, that would provide an enlightening connection..." i think that's one of the reasons i've always had to journal. i have to get that constantly redrafting monologue out so that i can sleep.
if not this, i'm either singing to myself (listening to music in my head, that is), or talking to the people around me.
"hello cute boy. come over here. come talk to me. ...or don't. fine. jerk." "oh, don't even look at me like that. go back to what you were doing. nothing to see here."
i've also noticed that my inner voice doesn't like to shut up, so it babbles a lot. there has been many a day when i've been grateful that mind reading is a thing out of science fiction.