Last Hallowe'en, after yet another version of a "princess" costume got assembled, I suggested that she be a queen instead. For some reason it made me feel better. Why settle for princess when you can be a queen? I mean, if you are going to go trick or treating as royalty, you miles well go all the way! She agreed that a queen was way better and went with that. I'm not saying queens do not have their issues but at least they are less defined for us by popular culture and are more open to interpretation. This year, when she dressed up as a cat, I wondered out loud if she was a queen of cats. She dismissed this notion outright. "No way, I'm just a cat!"(Well, actually, she was going to be a butterfly cat but there were some technical issues) Put in my place, I realized with relief that the princess/queen spell had been broken and new ideas for costumes had finally deposed the monarchy.
We talk to ourselves everyday, all day (and night) for the whole of our lives. We started talking to ourselves before we knew we were a self, we forget what we said because we forget everything from before...when we were too young and busy developing our brain to remember those early years. There is still lingering residue of long forgotten conversations I have had with myself as a toddler sitting around in the crevices...sloughing off occasionally into words I tell myself still. We talk non-stop, and not just with dialogue. Our goosebumps communicate to us, our tingly feelings, our neurons, our peripheal vision. They are all submitting data into our self and expecting us to react, respond or all to often, expecting what they are sending us will be ignored. After all that talking, you'd think we'd know what we think about most things, but occasionally we are stumped. Unless we stop what we are doing and really concentrate sometimes that voice(s) ...
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