My muscles are still achy from AC. :P
Anyway, a few minutes ago, I decided to make another painful decision and reveal something else about me. And I won't announce this journal on Twitter, to avoid bringing more fodder for the trolls.
I talk to myself. A LOT! To the point where I wear myself thin. Does that make me crazy?
When I'm alone, I have conversations with myself, trying to make sense of all the drama and aggravation. I get so caught up in that, I tend to lose sight of other things I do. I'm hard-pressed to tell myself to stop, but I keep at it to stay halfway comfortable. For years, it's been a means of keeping myself coherent. I do get very lonely, so when there's no one else around, I start reasoning with myself until it wears me out.
Now that I brought it up, I hope I can at least control how often I talk to myself. I don't know if I can, but I'll try.
7 years, 7 months ago
28 Jun 2011 17:17 CEST