The voices in my head argue with the voices in my glove box as I drive to work each day. It started a few months ago and it's getting worse. I'm beginning to worry that it might be developing into an unhealthy thing. Generally the voices in my head are more radical and angry than the voices in my glove box, which are typically reasoned and calm, though obstinate. They argue about politics and science and religion and music. They never agree about anything. Too many voices in the car. I can barely hear the MP3 player.
Insanity isn't all it's cracked up to be. You'd have to be crazy to live your life insane these days, what with all the easily available medications and firearms. Who has time for prescriptions when waiting patients wait patiently in roomy waiting rooms while doctors try patience and patients try doctors, taking a second to get a second opinion? I don't know, though. Good old-fashioned crazy just feels more organic and honest to me. I don't like to feel medicated and I hate that muffled sound the voices make when I drug myself, like someone stuffed a sock in their mouth. I'm a believer in the first amendment, in the end. Let all the voices be heard.
The truth is I cannot stand to sleep all night and I cannot lie awake all night so I write myself notes on the back of my eyelids, checking every few seconds to see if I've replied. Blink.
Hello, friends. How are you?
Later. Love.
