Abstract Dialogue

Hey Friends,

I thought I'd write you a badass letter that would be profound and catch your attention as well as the attention of our new subscribers, allowing them to appreciate the richness of this corner of the internet in real-time.

What’s rich about this ‘corner’ though?

I've spent the entire day flooding myself with information in order to write something rich that would pique your interest, as well as detailing my activities since the last time I wrote you. I want to push that aside though because I think writing that way is coming from an unpleasant place: Fear and Ego. I'd like to chat with them both because we always have these abstract fascinating conversations in my mind.

Without further ado, let's welcome Mr. Ego to the stage.

What’s up bro, I missed you! Why are you frowning though?

Ode. Shey you get sense like this? Since the last time you wrote a letter here, a lot has happened. You've acquired new skills and developed a daily routine that encompasses several modes of being with yourself and others on a daily basis. You've refined your understanding of the concept of reality, learned how to speak new meta languages, learned salsa dance and progressed from a beginner to taking afro-latin dance classes from a world-class instructor. After so many years of being physically isolated from your environment, you're starting to reintegrate yourself back into it, recently trained to become a Live Player, aaand heaven freakin’ celebrated the fact that you were able to hit all your daily goals for the first time a few nights ago! Why wouldn’t anyone want to flaunt any of that? Oh, I also forgot to mention that…..

Alright, alright, Mr. Ego, I wish I could let you go on and on, but we don't have the entire evening.

It's incredibly interesting to see how Mr. Ego has access to so much information about me without my permission. Let’s see what Mr. Fear has to say…..

Hey, Mr. fear!! My guy, how far now? Ahn ahn, why do you want me to do eye catchy stuff on this platform na?

Wrong question, oga.

E ma binu Sir, don’t be angry. Why do you not want me and my thoughts to be irrelevant on this platform?

Do you make any use of your medulla oblongata at all? There’s is nothing worse than giving your all, then finding people start fading away from you. You’ve seen that happen many time before, and you know what that feels like. You want to start a new adventure abi when you know fully well how those your previous adventures ended.

Ah, I see. So you’re trying to protect me from any sort of pain, uh?

Duh? It’s self-explanatory.Your head just big, nothing dey inside. Abeg, abeg I wan sleep, night don reach.

I'll pause this inquiry with Mr. Fear as he doesn't seem to be in the mood for questions tonight.

It makes me feel better to know that these weird thoughts are only seeking to protect me, which is OK. But I've also observed how these voices have gotten me into a variety of sticky situations.

My questions are:

Why do we have voices in our heads, and why do these voices occasionally sound true but sometimes end up taking us down non-linear paths?

I’ll be sitting with these questions for a while.

Best regards,

Chop