I want to see you naked
I talk to myself all the time. ALL the time. I'm not ashamed. I don't really care if I look/sound insane, because most of anything I do looks/sounds insane anyway, so I'm A-OK with it.
I just want to know how many other people talk to themselves, too. And not in a "Where did I put that [insert personal item]?" sense. But a full-on conversation you're having with yourself. Whether it's between two characters you're developing, or practicing what you'll say on a date, or (you know you do this) pretending you're on a talk show! Who else is as much of a nutter as I am?
P.S. You don't have to send me naked pictures of yourself if you don't want to, but at least be nude when you reply! It's the Christian thing to do.
I do all the time. Especially after I've had an argument with someone.. I go through the argument again, to myself, and then say things I wish I'd have said at the time.
Sometimes I pretend I'm accepting an award with my hairbrush and do a little acceptance speech.
What I have shown you is reality. What you remember... that is the illusion.
I do the argument thing too, and sometime if I've have a big argument with someone I'll keep hearing them in my head, criticising me as I do things. And I sometimes rehearse conversations that I want to have.
If there's someone really special in my life then sometime I'll imaging what they might say about things.
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The majority of the people I know talk to themselves, but I've known a very few people who don't. I find it more strange that some people don't talk to themselves! I like it when someone walks in on me having a conversation with myself. That's never embarrassing!
It sucks when you think outloud because you're alone, and walk into another room to see someone on the couch, looking at you weird while trying to pretend to pay no mind to you at all.
Oh yeah, the post-argument conversations, I forgot about those. Those can get feisty.
i have conversations with tupac from time to time
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play hard, like it's work to be done.
Agreed. It can get a bit rowdy.. Jim Carrey style:
What I have shown you is reality. What you remember... that is the illusion.
I wake up, reeeaaaaalllly mad, talking to myself in the middle of the night. Like, flying colors pissed, wringing my blankets, cussing profusely in my head.
My monologue is mostly in my head.
I go over conversations I've already had or hypothetical future conversations. I go at them from every angle. I'll have the full conversation twenty thirty times or more from every analytical and emotional stance my personality has. I'll gush and debate and scream and cry and be sweet and passive and aggressive and passive aggressive and hesitant and honest and understanding and a bitch and a liar and sometimes I'll just be silent and hear the other person.
A lot of the time the conversations are with different sides of myself instead of with someone else. So denial amber is having a conversation with sullen amber and gushy drunken amber and honest amber. And it will be about something that never even happened.
Out loud it is mostly just random words that pop out here and there. Or when the inner stuff won't shut up, that's when I'll start cussing out loud or saying things like shut up or stop.
I don't talk to myself. Myself talks to I.
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities."
I talk to myself a lot when I'm watching TV or movies. I will completely explain things to myself as if there is somebody else watching the movie with me. If I see something interesting or that I haven't seen before, I will point it out to the empty room and sometimes even rewind to better explain it to myself. When I read this thread I was explaining to myself how I always explain things to myself. Yeah...
"A celibate clergy is an especially good idea, because it tends to suppress any hereditary propensity toward fanaticism." -Carl Sagan
"Am I cruel? Probably. Is she an idiot? Yes." -jane s.
I talk to people who are not there. According to my psychologist they are versions of myself, so in essence i am talking to myself.
So...We are still going to die. Right?
I kill people who aren't there.
That one guy I used to work with, Randy the warthog, whenever he would talk to you, after each sentence, he would then say the exact same thing again silently to himself, but mouthing it like normal, just without the sound. just weird.
I have the post-argument argument-with-myself quite often! Sometimes, I back down from an argument in reality and end up wishing that I had actually stood up for myself and then I let loose in my head. It always starts out inside and ends up spilling out very loudly. Usually I'm in the shower when I full-on talk to myself. Hopefully someday someone will just walk in the bathroom while I'm showering and take a peek, and then they can truly see how lively I am when I converse with myself.
Point being: I've won many arguments in my mind.
funny you brought this up, my school has a speech-and-debate team for schizophrenics!
I wanna see you naked too!
I correspond with myself through writing. Never really talk to myself. Like, I'll write a whole bunch of shit in my journal to me, saying, "you're doing this, you need to stop. Don't forget, you have to," blah blah blah and then at the end of the journal entry i'll put, "you need to read your journal," because it's full of things I'm supposed to remind me to keep up on.
Do you really!??
Now would I have a whooooo-oooole thread dedicated to shameless nudity if I didn't?
So, basically you just wanna see everyone naked? I can appreciate that. Respect even!
Oh wow, all that and really bad eggs! I don't know if I can accept such a gesture; that's a lot of responsibility. Besides, we've only just met.
I talk to myself everyday. All the time. When I'm angry I will find a secluded room and have a 20 minute conversation about how stupid I or someone else is.
The truth is, I'm alone. A lot. I get really depressed and often angry at myself. I once had an intense conversation with myself in the shower about how I'm a fucking idiot and no one will ever like me.
I LOVE FUCKING TREES
and I was pretty sure you were going to be stumped.
My inner monologue is either really mad or incredibly insecure. "Why are they looking at me?! Am I ugly?! AHHHH, can they see what i'm thinking about?! This is so embarrasing to be me." Other than that, I just yell at the news.
I'll take it all back and just give you a hand-job instead? So you don't feel so overwhelmed and all.
I don't talk to myself, we just have an understanding.
I wonder if Z and Jill's Tit both think the other one is a female.
I wonder if you think I've made any research or not. Either way, quit impeding what might be one of the most romantic conversations I've ever had.
Considering I offered him a handjob, I don't think I think he's a woman.... I was just trying to be friendly! Do you want one, too?
You're a sweetheart.
i dont offer those anymore. it's just, mine arent memorable.
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play hard, like it's work to be done.
I'm touching myself.
I give myself handjobs sometimes.
thanks for sharing.blackhawk tactical pants.
— Spambot
"I could have done worse!" exultantly cried the murderer Lebret, sentenced at Rouen to hard labor for life. — Félix Fénéon
I'm touching myself.
The first time I got a handjob, it was awful.
It was so dry.
"A celibate clergy is an especially good idea, because it tends to suppress any hereditary propensity toward fanaticism." -Carl Sagan
"Am I cruel? Probably. Is she an idiot? Yes." -jane s.
I think I'm gonna be talking to myself about this thread all night.
What a gay thread.
So...We are still going to die. Right?
everybody is so messed up.
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(I feel so at home)
It's 'cause we've fallen in lust.
I can't think of any culties I really want to see naked.
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities."
It's 'cause we've fallen in lust.
When you're right, you're right!
You'd do me, right?
ME FIRST ME FIRST.
No and no.
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities."
Are we still talking about inner monologues or has that all gone out a very naked window?
There is hope, but not for us.
Naked Hamlet!
It was so dry.
That just makes me sad every time I scroll over it and try not to read it. "It was so dry." Those words haunt me.
Actually, I'm not sure I've ever gotten one. Maybe as part of foreplay, but if then, only momentarily.
You never got one from Mike?
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities."
I'll think out loud when I'm alone in the house and I've got a lot on my mind, or if I'm really bored, but I'll keep my inner monologue inner when I'm in public. My roommate used to hold conversations with himself when he wasn't aware that I could hear, and they were pretty intense and involved.