Thursday, December 02, 2004
Unhinged
I find it odd how society seems to label talking to yourself an activity that signifies a mental disorder? How are you supposed to believe that you're worth talking to if you yourself would have to be
crazy to talk to you? Does that make any sense? It does to me, and that's who I'm talking to.
Actually, it makes perfect sense to be your own confidante. You know you'll never let yourself down. And even if you did, you know that you would understand. When you're the only one that knows why you're smirking at certain things, it's easy to see the argument for talking to yourself. You would never ask stupid questions of yourself or ask yourself, 'what the hell was that all about?' because you know. You'd never have to explain yourself or put anything in words at all if you didn't want to. You already know what happened to you today and exactly how you felt. If it makes it any clearer to talk to yourself about it, go ahead. You won't judge yourself either. Like you tell yourself, it's all good.
Misha
at Thursday, December 02, 2004
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