Have you ever had a fight with yourself? I don’t mean taking yourself by the scruff of the neck and throwing yourself over the back of the sofa, more a fight within the confines of your own mind. I believe the technical term is ‘internal dialogue’, when the exchange is calm and productive, this is more of an ‘internal slanging match’. It’s as though your thoughts suddenly take against each other……
Usually it begins with a single, simple phrase that runs through your mind, dragging a negative, but all too willing, emotion along with it
“I can’t do this!” says the Captain of team doubt, accompanied by Sergeant Anxiety.
“Of course you can, it’s a wonderful opportunity”
The Captain of team positive thinking takes centre stage flanked by a couple of pom pom waving cheer leaders from Camp self-esteem
“I can’t, it’s too much pressure, I know it’s going to be a disaster”
Team doubt have been joined by Fear (always a big player) and a couple of rejects from Camp self-esteem who were kicked out for ‘not playing well with others’.
“We’ve talked about this. You cannot know what will happen; let go of control and just go where life takes you”
Team positive thinking have recruited self-confidence (who did not come willingly) The cheerleaders are busy chanting motivational quotes and trying to work out how to build a human pyramid with just the two of them.
“Oh bugger off you bloody hippy, what do you know about it”
The rejects from Camp self-esteem take this opportunity to wrestle the pom poms from the cheerleaders and start hitting self-confidence over the head with them; not an eager participant in the first place, he makes a run for it.
“I’m you, you blithering idiot!”
At this point both sides will realise what a nonsense their battle really is or they’ll both take serious offence and launch an all out attack on each other, which results in the owner of the warring thoughts having to lie down in a darkened room for a couple of days.
Viewing my inner
dialogue scraps like this is the only way that I can keep them from drawing battle lines and really wrecking my life. Today, I enlisted the help of Common Sense who is currently standing in the middle of the two protagonists with his arms folded and a stern ‘don’t mess with me you bastards’ look on his face.
Why is all this necessary? Well, a couple of my closest friends have organised a surprise for me today.
“I don’t like surprises”
“How do you know, you don’t know what it is, that’s the point of surprises”
“Oh, sod off with your bloody logic, I know what I don’t like”
Sorry, guys, I need to go and give Common Sense a hand, they seem to be giving him a wedgie……..
See you later