*Transcendental *Logic

Okay, this is WEIRD.

Apparently tomorrow — Thursday, Sept. 14 — is…are you ready?…World Hearing Voices Day.

Yup.

WORLD.

Hearing Voices Day.

…

…Well, I’ve always wanted an excuse to use the word “agog”. It’s a cool word, but expresses such a narrow thing, I’ve never been able to fit it in. Now I can.

I am agog.

Absolutely, awesomely agog.

Anyway. The reason I know this agogful fact is that I ran across this article about a study that’s being done by the University of Manchester on why some people who hear voices consider it a negative thing, but others consider it positive.

I’m convinced that everybody hears voices, or at least a voice. Some people are unaware of it, and some people cope with it, and some are so consumed by it’s dysfunctionality that they say it all out loud and/or ignore reality completely in favor of it.

I’ve listened to the voices in my head since I was little, and I’m not schizophrenic or otherwise psychotic. I also noticed pretty early on that if I let what went through my head during a bad emotional time spill out my mouth, I would sound exactly like one of those loonies on the bus. (Well, I wouldn’t presume to say that I could develop *that* colorful a rant without a few years’ practice, but some of those bus-people have had decades.)

Insanity seems like more of an issue of degree — it’s not whether you have it, but how badly it’s got ahold of you. (Of course that’s true with many physical illnesses, too, isn’t it?) We all hear the voice. Sometimes it’s our worst enemy. Sometimes it’s not so bad. And we think about it, personify it and have a relationship with it…and most of the time, we’re convinced that it’s US, that that’s *our voice*, but it boggles me that we–that I–could think that, because the mere idea is such a logical contradiction.

Bah! The problem is that none of the voices in my head are me, so how the hell do I make contact, how do I talk to myself? Wait a minute…How can one talk to oneself? That would be one hella palindrome issue, the vacuum vacuuming itself, the sun shining upon itself, the wind blowing itself — heh — but wait! That’s the answer…dammit, that’s always the answer. *sigh*

The answer is that one can’t find oneself until the voices shut up long enough. And we’re back to the “turning off the mind” issue again. …But darnit, turning off the mind is haaaaard.

Moooooooom, I don’t waaaaaaaannna. ;)

-PD

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