my inner narrator

 

I’m not sure, but i can't be the only person that has noticed the narrator of their self conscious, you know that voice in your head narrating a persons inner monologue that plays in your head, nonstop. well mine i think  Is a bitter old nasty drag queen, and here’s my reasoning. First off she seems to be extremely critical of the way I dress and talk. Yes I wear blue jeans everyday and tee shirts, usually one’s with skulls on them, “because one, they are awesome, and two, skulls make me smile”, and in her drag Queenie  voice, I hear her tell he that forty two year old professionals don’t wear Harley shirts or ever have grass stain pants. Well I’m not the golf shirt, khaki pants wearing type, and the constant grass stains on most every pair of pants I own. Probably should have stopped happening, when I was about ten years old, not forty. But that’s one of the many reasons, why the bitter old babbling queen can shut the hell up.

And   She’ s sure not very brave or adventurous , every time I do anything remotely fun, like ride my Harley, or have a close call , heck just about anything. I hear in my head the most annoying little girl screams. And not in voice of a little girl, more like the voice of a three hundred pound man trying to sound like a little girl screaming.I’d like to tell her to man up but like I said before, the narrator must be a queen.

Or maybe this giant drag queen babbling in my head all the time, Isn’t just a person’s inner narrator of one’s own self conscious? But the sign of an aneurysm or just the first sign of being crazy… lol The world may never know