I’m a little touched in the head. Okay that’s an understatement. I was like that before the accident and afterward its only seem to intensify. I’m sure I’ve said plenty of times that I was painfully shy growing up. I was an only child until I was 8 and from then on had a shit load of responsibilities dump on me. I’m sure any mental growth between 8-14 was severely stunted. But don’t worry, I won’t be bleaching my skin or building a Never.land Ranch anytime soon. Being shy, quiet and introverted, I got into the habit of talking to myself mostly from taking on different roles as I played with my toys.
Yes, I talked to myself, I still do to this day. It’s not like I was full on conversations with myself. What happens is that I have a thought and for some reason I play out a scenario of talking about this thought with someone and within the span of seconds of having this thought I catch myself mouthing off the words of what I or the other person in the conversation may say. Something that started out from playing with my Lego blocks and Ninja Turtle figures may have directed me on a course to a psychosis. But I digress.
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