Blogging Bitches (well, not really)

I was talking with a friend yesterday about the things that are annoyances to me when I am blogsurfing. So, I thought that I would tell you all about it, too. You are my friends, too, right? Then I thought, “Well, Shelli,” (that’s what I call myself sometimes, well, actually, the person in my head that calls me Shelli is actually called Chatterbox, but that is a whole other story), “won’t people be put off if you sit and whine about the things that irritate you? No one wants to listen to a whiner.”

Another deeper voice comes along and it says to Chatterbox, “STFU, CB!” (only he said the words, you know the ones I am talking about, right?) “It’s Shell’s F@$%ing blog, she can write whatever she wants to write.”

You gotta love him, right? I mean he just says what he wants to say and he always keeps Chatterbox from destroying me. I have a name for him, but that will have to wait for another time, too.

Okay, before you get all weirded out, wondering about my multiple personality disorder, let me just say that I do not have MPD/DID! Really, I don’t. Stop coming towards me with that white jacket. I don’t like all those straps on it. Let me explain, please. What I mean by voices is, you know, consciences. Well, or those voices that say that you are doing something wrong or something stupid or something bad. You know, the angel and the devil that sit on people’s shoulders in the movies and on cartoons. Those. (Whew! They’re backing away. I think they believe me.) Anyway, my voices are just a little more active. Especially Chatterbox. She nevers shuts up and she is really mean. She tells me really mean things about myself.

“Why did you say that? That was really stupid!”

“Why did you do that? Do you know how stupid you looked? Everyone is laughing at you.”

“No one likes you. Why would they?”

She calls me names. Ugly. Stupid. Fat. Idiotic. The list goes on and on and on. A lot of the time I can just shut her up, but sometimes, oh sometimes, she really gets to me. Sometimes I even let her words come out of my mouth, directed at myself. See how she is? I hate her.

But then, the other one, he comes to the rescue and he kicks her right out of my head. He tells her where to go, in no uncertain terms. He says good things to me. “You are good.”

“You are loving.”

“You are beautiful.”

“You are amazing.”

“You can do anything that you put your mind to.”

And he doesn’t let the poison that Chatterbox spews ruin any of the work that I have done on myself these past months.

See? Those are the voices I was talking about. If you all are honest, you know you have them, too. The good vs. evil inside your heads. You just probably haven’t named yours. I have.

Now what was I going to talk about? Oh Yeah! Pet peeves when blogsurfing. Oh, never mind. I wasted all your time already. STFU, CB! (There they go again. *sigh*)