Sep
02

life is a book

When I was a kid (around 10 or 11) I read a lot of books written in the first person. As a result, I would narrate all of my actions and words in my head. For example, when I would make myself a sandwich, I would think to myself, “I opened the refrigerator and took out the cheese and mayo. ‘My brother ate all the turkey again,’ I thought with dismay.” Once I actually wound up saying to my mother, “Mom, can I go to Lisa’s?” and then, without meaning to, added, OUT LOUD, “I asked.” At that point I realized I had a problem and started forcing myself to stop doing it, but I still catch myself doing this from time to time. I’m now 30.

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