“The thing is, Cat, that sometimes my brain talks to me.”
This was Josh’s explanation to me the other night about why he couldn’t sleep.
I’m trying not to see this as (yet another?) sign of the inevitable genetic anxiety or verboseness (is there even a difference?), but I know exactly what he means…
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i repeated this to a guy i know, raymond, and he said "that happens to me too - i usually just scream 'shut up' at the top of my lungs and down a glass of whiskey".
Mine just tells me to stay home and clean the guns.
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