I argue with myself. Constantly. I just make up shit to argue about and imagine myself inside, well, my like, two selves. The me-one, and the one who talks with a weird British accent for no apparent reason. I interview myself in the shower. ( "So, what's your relationship like with your father? Interesting. And what made you want to hike the entire Appalachian trail? You lived for a few years in Mexico, how EXCITING, tell us about it." ) Or if I'm bored at work I imagine I'm on the Oprah... read more
