I was arguing with Me.
I said to Me, "I wouldn't treat You the way you treat Me."
Me and I had been avoiding You. Because You and I always end up arguing.
"Just like Me and You," You said.
"Who?" I said.
"You," You said.
"Oh, Me?" I said.
"Oh My!" You said. "Not Me," You said
"You're dead!" I said, "so die!"
I said!
Unemployed pantheist, provocative iconoclast, abusive solipsist, failed psychopath.
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The longer a person has been dead, the wiser they are considered to be.
...and the less they are considered to know [?]
Me, myself and I are unanimous that ours heads hurt.
One Single Impression - Insomnia
"...heads hurt": then the post is achieving its objectives! Thanks Nessa for your comment.
I argue with myself all the time. I have this horrible inner critic that I would kill if she wasn't living deep in my own subconscious.
Cheesemeister, arguing with oneself is a sign of personal growth. In what direction though, I just can't say. Thanks for your comment.
COMMENTS? Come on... gimme your best shot!