The Voices

My car radio died a few weeks ago, right before a 10-hour trip. Thought I would miss it, but I haven’t yet. The voices in my head are keeping me company. The voices tell me things about the car’s performance (now that I can hear it running), about the other cars on the road, and of course, they tell me about ‘them’ and why I need to ‘think right’ all of the time. You see, ‘they’ (the things/persons who are always reading my mind) are the ultiate judge of ‘you.’ Some of ‘you’ are probably ‘them,’ and by simply writing this, I am exposing myself to extreme peril.

‘They’ have been reading thoughts since I as about four years old. On a camping trip, I noticed that whenever I ‘thought wrong,’ my parents would always seem to look at me in a way that told me ‘they’ were reading my thoughts. Ever since then, the only way I could ever think in a way that was not ‘normal’ to most folks was to be alone. Then the voices came.

These voices really picked up in 5th grade, when they told me that I was in the hospital with a torn lung because I ‘thought wrong’ too many times, and the only way ‘they’ could stop this from happening again was by sending me a message by sending me to the hospital.

The only way to prevent this from happening again was to 1) ‘think right’ or 2) never think non-conformist thoughts in the presence of others. I chose option 2 ad as a result, always try to agree with whomever is around me, and never, EVER think ‘wrong’ when anyone is around. I think that my cat is becoming aware of my non-standard thoughts. I need to do something about that.

Then again, this could all be due to being hit in the head too many times with a hammer.