I have entirely too many second thoughts.
I have entirely too many second guesses.
I haven’t really publicly proclaimed that I am even writing this blog yet because I thought of all of the reasons it was not a good idea. None of them are particularly good reasons. They are just reasons.
A calm, confident, and optimistic figure walks into the brain and slowly approaches REBECCA. The OLD VOICE sulks in the corner near the temporal lobe.
You aren’t going to tell people you’re writing something that is meant to be read because you’re afraid
they may have opinions about it?
I hear what you are saying.
Pssh! No one wants to read about another mid-twenties white female trying to “find herself.” Just stick with quitting the whole thing when it gets too hard Becky.
You know I hate that name.
Look Old Voice! I don’t like you, you don’t like me. I don’t even think you like…anything. But for right now, we all have to live together. And if you and I are going to get along in this small brain –
We talked about this. Size doesn’t matter, remember?
NEW VOICE pauses and takes a big calming breath.
If we are going to live in this…perfectly average sized brain…together, we need to get along. And if we are going to get along, we need to be nice to one another.
No no no no. That’s your thing. The only reason I am even in this miniscual, it matters, brain is to make sure she doesn’t feel confident.
Why would you want to do that?
It isn’t a matter of wanting to. I just do. That’s all I know how to do.
Well. Then. I guess we should ask you to move out.
Because! I agree with New Voice. I don’t want to live in a judgmental dick brain! I want to live in a calm, comfortable, confident brain!
New Voice is all of those things. And you, you are just there to make those things impossible. So. Let’s take a vote. All those in favor of kicking Old Voice out of the brain say “eye.”
Wow. Two against one. I guess that means I have to leave.
OLD VOICE slowly turns around and sulks towards the cerebellum.
Oh. It’s probs gonna take me awhile to find a place soooooo…. I’m gonna have to stay here for a bit. Cool? Thanks.
OLD VOICE throws up two fingers as he exits.
Seriously Old Voice. Fade out.
Run #5 of 2013
“All Dried Up” by Phatogram