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Wed 1 Oct, 2014 08:02 am
I have about five.
There's the reasonable adult guy, sometime known as Coach.
He's the one I listen to when I need to either get going or get through something and he's always generous with praise.
("You are running really well this morning.")
("Okay, that's eight.....not many more, boyo.")
There's boyo or Boyo. He's the kid, still with me after all these years. He's funny, but he can be a whiner.
(Why do we have to clean this kitchen now?" )
He's also the one who is not afraid of anything.
Anything.
It's good he's around because I am afraid of almost everything.
Both my mother and father float in and out, my mother when I am cooking or baking,
(All you'll need for this is a dollop of butter, no more. And don't beat it to death, all you'll have is stampee.")
My father when I am explaining the best way to do anything with tools.
"Remember, you are not buying drill bits, you are buying holes."
"You're not trying to drill the hole (in plaster) you're trying to grind it."
There's the Boss. He resembles me when I was an angry father.
"Would you stop wasting time on that whatdocallit Able Schanble whatever and balance the money from last month!!>> "
There's the Poet. I have to be very quiet and suddenly he arrives, speaks and , if I am not careful to write down what has been spoken....I lose it forever. I can't get him to repeat a single thing.. ever....SO frustrating. I can't tell how many times I've on the roof and he's arrived ~~~whispers something really fine and true~~ and, before I can get downstairs to write it down, frigging Boss is there asking if I will ever fold that laundry?
Idiot!!
Anyway, who speaks to you and what are their names?
Joe(I never found our what 'stampee' was.)Nation
@Joe Nation,
In no particular order -
You-Should
You-must
Not-now-later
You-shouldn't
Oh-look-at-that
Wonder-if
Dream memories on waking up from REM sleep. I still have one right now, I was buying shoes in a store out of my price range. The woman was distaining when I said I didn't want high heels. There were shoes all around, gathered in bunches, like flower arrangements on some counter. The red and navy flats woke me up.
I don't hear voices in my head. But I do see my mother's face in the mirror.
@PUNKEY,
I'm not sure they're voices, but talking to myself. It happens often - about every day. It gets worse as I get older; 'you dummy!' 'How the hell did I forget that!' I used to be pretty reliable about keeping up with deadlines, important tasks, and many different issues that's required during my working days, but that skill seems to be deteriorating with every birthday. Names? ha ha ha.... I forget most as soon as they tell me - like within micro-seconds!
Once in a great while, I can even compliment myself - but that gets rare with every birthday too!
@Joe Nation,
Germlat in the morning:
Id: Maybe staying in bed and watching movies is what I need today.
Ego: you're delusional...there's much to be done
Superego: What's going on with you? How selfish can you be? People need your help? Are you bailing...really?
Id: I can't ever WIN!!
Ego: That's because life is calling and reality is knocking.
Superego: Id ...grow up...learn to endure slight discomfort. You're better than this.
@Joe Nation,
Only Taylor Swift singing that "Shake it Off" song. Damn ear worm.
Hey . . . ya wanna keep it down . . . the man asked a question. Sheesh, most days, ya can't hear yourself think.
@Joe Nation,
A. I never HEAR voices in my head.
B. I interpret THOUGHTS which have a vocal (inaudible) design.
I only ever interpret in my own 'inner' voice.
So, my answer is - One.
@mark noble,
I sort of understood that 'hearing voices' was an illness called schizophrenia.
From mentalhealth.org.uk
Quote:Hearing voices is a common symptom of severe mental illnesses such as schizophrenia.
Voices can be critical or they can be complementary and many people may be able to find ways to live with them. It's difficult to explain what it is like to hear voices, particularly if you've never heard voices yourself. However, the experience of hearing voices is not as alien as it is generally thought to be.
I was willing to admit some sort of thoughts by and in myself, but wasn't quite ready to admit I had a mental illness.
I'm sure people will inform me when I reach that pinnacle.
I apparently talk to myself out loud more than I am aware of doing. This was brought to my attention when my sweetie first came to stay.
"What?" she would say as she walked back into the kitchen having just left.
"What?" I would say.
"You said something, I didn't hear what you said."
"Oh." (mumble, mumble) "I guess I was talking to myself."
"Hmmm. That's not good. I can't be guessing if you are talking or not."
I've learned to pipe down.
Joe(I still talk to myself silently)Nation
@Joe Nation,
If i ask The Girl if she was talking to herseld, and she says yes, i always comment that it's good to have a conversationalist you like and respect. There are many times when she asks me what i'm mumbling about--so i guess it sometimes talk without being aware of it, too.
@Joe Nation,
Joe Nation wrote:
I have about five.
There's the reasonable adult guy, sometime known as Coach.
He's the one I listen to when I need to either get going or get through something and he's always generous with praise.
("You are running really well this morning.")
("Okay, that's eight.....not many more, boyo.")
There's boyo or Boyo. He's the kid, still with me after all these years. He's funny, but he can be a whiner.
(Why do we have to clean this kitchen now?" )
He's also the one who is not afraid of anything.
Anything.
It's good he's around because I am afraid of almost everything.
Both my mother and father float in and out, my mother when I am cooking or baking,
(All you'll need for this is a dollop of butter, no more. And don't beat it to death, all you'll have is stampee.")
My father when I am explaining the best way to do anything with tools.
"Remember, you are not buying drill bits, you are buying holes."
"You're not trying to drill the hole (in plaster) you're trying to grind it."
There's the Boss. He resembles me when I was an angry father.
"Would you stop wasting time on that whatdocallit Able Schanble whatever and balance the money from last month!!>> "
There's the Poet. I have to be very quiet and suddenly he arrives, speaks and , if I am not careful to write down what has been spoken....I lose it forever. I can't get him to repeat a single thing.. ever....SO frustrating. I can't tell how many times I've on the roof and he's arrived ~~~whispers something really fine and true~~ and, before I can get downstairs to write it down, frigging Boss is there asking if I will ever fold that laundry?
Idiot!!
Anyway, who speaks to you and what are their names?
Joe(I never found our what 'stampee' was.)Nation
just the voice of my own thoughts,
unless I use my memory
@Joe Nation,
The "committee board" is an excellent metaphor for the mind, I think. Freud had the triad id, ego and super-ego. Transactional analysis has the child, the adult and the parent. But there's no reason to limit them to 3. The mind, like any structure, should be made of smaller pieces or mechanisms, or "mental machines" or "voices", which are "assembled" in a functional whole mind via conscience... The idea was used in a series of ads for Allianz recently:
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wEkD1w3pFYo
I have scores. The lazy, the thinker, the contemplative, the child, the doer, the jester, the lover, the loner...
What you said about the poet reminded me of the novel Snow by Pamuk.
None of them. They use sign language. Rat bastards.
@mark noble,
That's not an inner voice, wanker, its yer mum. "Get off the dole, son."
When I talk to myself, it's usually to round out a previous conversation.
@edgarblythe,
My 'voice,' WOW, that's one great body!
@Linkat,
Good song for your karaoke party.
More than once I have sat on the stool and said out loud ('cause I live alone I can do that freely) "Now, what else to I have to do?" or "Where was I?"
The bathroom is a great thinking chamber or think tank.
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