if I think too loud
I hear an echo.
words megaphone
through my ears
can you hear me?
not meant for you
please ignore me.
only room for one
inside my head.
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26 comments:
HAD A BIT TOO MUCH TO DRINK LAST NIGHT, JEAN???
um, ya'll definitely have a cruel streak... LOL!
Nice. I wish that only happened when I drink. Questions... always... thoughts, echoes, ghosts, and guests... wanted or not... pretty, ghastly, friend, or foe... live or dead... Ponderings lead me away and often... Nice, I should say, only in that you describe it well.
Let me clarify...
I was not drinking.
I am not hungover.
I am like this...sober.
Even scarier, now, eh? heh.
Thank you, Doom. I think this is much more common than people want to admit. Controlling it is the tricky part.
The lunatic is in my head....
.... I thought the lunatic was 'down the hall'?...
Eric
I can't handle what is in my head.
On the grass, too.
Distracting as hell is what it is. Medication doesn't help........doubt drinking will.........meditation might if only these voices would shut up.......
Pink Floyd references...could it get any better Jean? *g*
I rather like the idea of thinking too loud and hearing an echo, speaking as someone who constantly self-analyzes.
Interesting you should mention this--I noticed an echo myself today when I thought something fairly loudly. Not really an echo though, more like another part of my brain repeated what a deeper part just got done saying.
The way around this (if it bothers) is to not think in words. Think visually and silently.
Oh, I did not mean to imply drink is your muse, or even on this. I was just playing a bit, with erica.
Imbibing, in any case, is like food, sex, thinking, or action... moderation being key. A key I sometimes lose, sometimes even hide from myself. Ha! But I don't think it helps any in the way of the muses... useful ones anyway. If it is refreshing from time to time.
Thinking of that, I'm going to have a beer. Can I email you one? Bud heavy, but, I like it and it's what I have atm. Maybe a shot of Templeton rye, in the middle of a three set, maybe literally. A boilermaker... uhmmmm, good. That's about it for "partying" anymore, a heavy party, around here. But it works.
Erica is down with the playing thing. Your name is "Doom." I should maybe be afraid?
Anyhoo, food, sex, booze...these are all excellent muses!!
I usually just poke the voices with a stick. Pencils seem to work, as long as you use the sharp end.
Ha, what a gas. You crack me up. Don't you know, everybody is doomed. I'm just special non-ed, thus doom. Don't think about that too much if you weren't. urhm, don't think about that last either, in such a case. hehehe
*Hint: think... special non-ed, without the non*
*poof*
For heaven's sake, Jean, I heard you all the way up here! Pipe down, wouldja? ;)
There is a constant stream of voices and music in my head, it's why I fall asleep to reruns of sitcoms, just because the TV drowns out the voices. I think it's because they like "Friends."
ha... You, my friends, are all a riot and just about as crazy as I... from what you write here.
Which could explain why we all get along so well!
Pink Floyd references?
Where?
I was being serious...
I like the voices... until they make me do things.
Cacophony is not welcome in my brain either. When Pink Floyd asks: "Hello, hello, is anybody in there," sometimes all my inner voices want to answer at once.
I guess I need to learn how to think softly, rather than 'too loud' as you so aptly put it.
Damn, woman! You're so much better than a therapist!
Sieg - heh...and cheaper, too :)
Cheaper? No, I've seen some pretty cheap therapists. Less expensive, I'll grant you, but not cheaper.
Hey, did you fall down a welll ellll elll ll l?
Doom - nah, still here :) Just back at work, not as much time for the 'puter.
Lol.... this is good....
The voices I hear are usually other peoples thoughts... that they don't realize leaking.
Lately... it's a friend come to live here with me.... and a welcome one too. Funny to look inside, and find someone else there, looking around too....
Mm hm. That too. But your own thoughts have to be pretty quiet to be able to pick up other people's leaking thoughts.
My own thoughts are pretty quiet, so this is a not unusual occurence for me.
Quiet Desert Cat, or just very comfortable?
Some times... both... I think.
It's easy to block... coming or going...
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