Okay! So originally this was supposed to be a page where I interviewed neat people on the bus or at bus stops, but that proved to be more difficult than anticipated and I can admit when things aren't worth my time and energy to make work.. BUT! The first one I did was myself and I've been told people like the convo I had with myself, "I've been told my writing is organic", so I'm pivoting!
I have a lot of conversations with myself, sometimes prompted and sometimes I'll just say or think something and then respond and gosh darn it, I'm just too good of a conversationalist not to engage with myself. It helps ground me in what I'm doing or feeling and thinking so... If I have a good convo, I'll try to write it down.
Some may be sad or mean and others will be happy or caring and that's just the relationship I have with myself. I'm a firm believer in calling yourself out and keeping yourself accountable as well as understanding your sensibilities and giving grace and support when you need it. I realize not everyone talks to themself in the same way that I do, but we all have some sort of relationship with ourselves, and I hope by sharing mine you can be more aware of your own. T.C. ~E
*Me in shock after reading some old writing I did years ago*
Me- It's so real! I'm... I'm amazed at how real it is. I mean it's... It's good! It's really, really good.
Me~ (slightly offended) Of Course it's Good! I wrote it!
Me & Me- *Genuinely shares a laugh with myself*
*Me just... being me, outside at night*
Me- What am I?
*Stares into the gray cloudy abyss that is the sky*
me- Sometimes, I feel like I don't know what I am.
*Me being VERY Dramatic feeling sore and tired and just waking up*
Me- I'm gunna die, I'm gunna die, I'm gunna diiiiiieeeeeee... *pain*
Me- I mean yeah, one day. once your luck runs out
Me- Is it luck that's been keeping me alive? Is it lucky to be alive?
*Ponders deeply for 1 second*
Me- Yes! Duh Yes. I am VERY lucky to be alive. *nods**smiles*
*Returns to sink after reading a chapter of book club book #2*
Me- Okay... back to being a responsible adult.
Me- Well, the sooner you get your chores done the sooner you can go out and play.(*1)
*Excitement! :D*
Me- With deadly weapons!!!(*2)
Me- Yes, the sooner you get these done the sooner you can go play with your deadly weapons.
(Proceeds to repeat and sing "Deadly Weapons" while doing dishes)
~"Deeaadllllyyyy Weapooons"~
~"DEEEEAAAAAadly WeaPoooonnnssss"~
Context
(*1)"play" meaning: target practice.
(*2)"Deadly weapons" meaning: a 150lb Crossbow and 50lb bow.
*Swings Elbow at wall (again) in the name of practicing Elbow Strikes for kickboxing*
Elbow- *pain pain pain*
Me- You're going to hurt yourself.
Me- I've already hurt myself plenty before. I'm just getting better at it. Better at doing it safely at least.
Me~ Can you hurt yourself safely?
Me- I think that's just growth. Or at least a good way to grow. A safe way to grow.
Me: *In a bitter and tired mood at work with little faith in humanity, Makes a second cup of double strength black tea*
Me- You're going to upset your tummy and you know it.
Me~ Yeah, But at least my tummy can be upset with me. There's a lot to be upset about.
*5 Minutes later*
Tummy- :,c *pain* (,>.<,) *pain* </3 *pain*...
Me~ Yeah...*pats tummy*. I feel ya. Me too kid.
Guess I'll go first. I'm a firm believer that if I ask someone to do something, I'd better have done it myself. This "biography" is essentially what I would tell someone about myself if I met them on the bus. T.C. ~E