When I am writing on a serious project, there's this pair of voices doing bad vaudeville jokes in the back of my brain.
My conscious mind will be clenched into a fist, trying to squeeze artistic blood from the creative turnip, and meanwhile Shecky and Mo are sniggering from the back row like Beavis and Butthead channeling the The Old Guys in The Muppet Show.
I'm reluctant to even mention this in public, as the three or seven times I've previously described this odd situation to real life friends, I get this look of genuine concern and confusion, like I just happened to say "oh, by the way-- my doc says I have smallpox. Pass the ketchup."
Still, sometimes the annoying bastards say something that makes me laugh (like they did a minute ago, hurling a painfully childish dirty pun at me which I had to write down for possible future use), and at those points I have to turn around inside my head and wave at them to settle down before they get us all into trouble. But still...
Is this strange?
Curious Larger Question: if you were truly and deeply disturbed, would you even be able to notice it? Or would what you call normal only seem odd or abnormal to everyone else and would seem absolutely unremarkable to you?
Talk amongst yourselves. *I* always do.
yours in good mental hygiene B