Sometimes an inner monologue isn’t just a single patronizing voice, but a cacophony of interconnected intuitions that spawn action and art ex nihilo in ways that are ineffable.
No? Just me? Nevermind, I’ll be over there.
This is giving strong Don Hertzfeldt’s Rejected Cartoon vibes .
Ya know how when TV’s used to be unplugged from cable and it was just the black and white static/snow? That’s how my mind sometimes feels.
I didn’t think it’s just you.
Sometimes my inner monologs have to shout over my inner radio station. Which is now playing “Where is My Mind” by The Pixies, on loop.
Lucky. Mine has been playing “Thong Song” by SisQó
Brain spaghetti
Looks like ADHD to me
Funnily enough, I have been rested for ADHD by professionals. Not even borderline.
The test itself is an ADHDer’s nightmare. First they ask you to look at a few pictures, then you take a 250 item questionnaire, where some of them are the same, just worded slightly differently, then they ask you specific questions about the pictures you looked at 250 questions ago.
Celebrating 4/20 the same way I do every morning: slowing down the inner monolog with some weed.
Anything of value from that noise?
I’m an engineer of sorts, so it’s allowed me a livable income.
