Friday, June 21, 2024

In Which We Have a Chat

 

I only recently discovered that not everyone goes about their day chatting with themselves.  I think in whole sentences most of the time and when I don't, I still think in fragments and it's all directed to an audience inside my pointy little head.  Some of it may be delusional like "I have time to go have coffee, take a shower and get to the doctor's appointment on time," but it's still a conversation.  This kind of dialogue with oneself is called an inner monologue.  Apparently lots of people do not process their thoughts this way, instead they often just use images.  Weirdos.

I also use images like when I think "Imma take off for Peet's" I will have an image of the cafe and the trip there and the gang of loud homosexuals that hog a table in the hopes that they won't be there, but those pictures are just secondary to my rambling dialogue, illustrating what I'm already thinking.

What's more, I often phrase these inner sentences in the plural, such as "let's go to Peet's," rather than "I'm going to go to Peet's". Walt Whitman said "I contain multitudes" and he was a big ol' homo, so he must be right.  And speaking of multitudes, I will occasionally have a disagreement with myself.  "Oh you think you can go get coffee and still make it to the doctor?  Get real, queen."  I'm frequently very harsh with myself.  Alice in Wonderland had these same kind of inner brain arguments; I don't know if comparing myself to a fictional child having a nightmare is a good thing or not.  Let's just move on. 

Through the magic of the internet, I came across the concept of naming different aspects of my thought process as Present peenee, Past peenee, and Future peenee.  When, for example, I don't want to unload the dishwasher, I, speaking as Present peenee, will talk myself into doing it by telling Past peenee that Future peenee will appreciate it.  I even go so far as to have Present peenee thank Past peenee for putting the dishes away.  It goes the other way too when I indulge in the joys of procrastination and tell myself whatever I'm putting off is a job for Future peenee.  Future peenee is often very annoyed by this.  Yeah, Future turns into Present and they both get mad at Past who has morphed into Present and it gets awfully loud and uncomfortable what with all the yelling.  Pipe down, bitches.

We all want to assure you that we are not schizophrenic, we're not going all Three Faces of Eve or Sybil up in here.  It's just a way to organize my thoughts, such as they are.  I happen to think in whole sentences, and the sentences sometimes turn into conversations.  This blog is very much a reflection of my inner dialogue.  Sometimes I just crack myself up I am so hilarious.  I could go on, but one of my favorite peenees is demanding sour cream potato chips so I gotta go. 

Future peenee presents imagery for us all to enjoy:


Our Chaturbate boyfriend Mikey looking all buff and stuff at the beach.


Speaking of being at the beach, I just love buttchops that are too big to be contained by a mere speedo.


Anonymous muscle pussy 


William Mann with all his big stuff.


This guy has more hair than the wolfman.


I'm glad this guy puts his name on his pictures because I forgot it.


Nick Poulos.  Pandering to my audience.



Ass, ass, ass.


We approve.


I forget this guy's name, which is just ungrateful.  He is one of those Colt Studios' sluts.


Rick Koch, cuz everybody loves good cop porn.


Past peenee thinks we may have used this picture before, but the rest of us don't care.



I composed this whole post on my phone because Octavia was snoozing in the sun next to me and I didn't want to get up.  It's a sweet life. 

18 comments:

  1. I always talk to myself both internally and externally.

    There was a time when people walking down the street talking to themselves would be a warning that they are mentally ill. Now people wear ear thingies to talk on the phone. Lots of people are walking around seemingly talking to themselves but are on the phone.

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  2. I do the exact same thing, Mr Peenee! With the past, present, and future me!!! And I have the rows, and arguments! And then Present me will go into a huge sulk about everything and not do anything at all. This is why Present me doesn't blog so much these days.
    Sx

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    1. Past me thinks future me gets off too easy, slacker, and yes, present me feels like it's the only adult in my brain.

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  3. Aeons ago, I was playing darts in a rough old pub we used to frequent when I was a teen when one of the local "street characters" George Henry Smith burst through the door, shouting and rambling to himself (as was his wont), and bumped into me. "Keep out of this!", he shouted, then just as quickly went out again. We laughed... Jx

    PS #2, #3, #4, #6 and #9 - and Mikey, for dessert, please.

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    1. It's a fine line between an inner dialogue and schizophrenia.

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  4. I'm going to have to ponder this. I think I think mainly in images/mini-movies but there are also internal dialogues going on in actual words and sentences. There's no Past or Future me though, thanks gods (although I did meet them once) - the Witchface and the Subconsciousnesses are enough! I mean, right now one of them feels sorry for the Wolfman because he has a pleading/plaintive look on his face, and another one is wondering why the Colt Studios Slut has such a look of disgust on his face.

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    1. I always liked Colt Slut and he always had that squinty look going on. Of all of us you seem to have the most lively internal assembly.

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  5. Poor Octavia! She's exhausted from getting all those Peenees to do their chores!

    Anonymous, too

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  6. I often have chats with my inner self and can be quite abrupt with the maid for interrupting, and the language the inner self uses would make a stevedore blush. I'll have them all, I'm feeling extra whorish.

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  7. Colt Studio model is Pat Webb ….:)

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    1. Oh, quite right, thank you for filling in my mental blank.

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  8. The Brainiac, remember seeing that flick on Fight Night with Seymour on KHJ-TV channel 9 in Lis Angeles 1969. It was shown on late night tv all through the seventies like a lot of other sci-fi and horror films of the 50s and 60s. :/

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    1. I had to go look it up on Wikipedia and it sounds very much like a late night show.

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  9. I've always talked to myself. Always.

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    1. Right? These people who don't seem like they would have such a lonely life.

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  10. I always say “Let’s . . . “ to myself. The royal we. Because we deserve it.

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