A while back, I realized that other people might have internal monologues completely different than my own. Then it occurred to me that some people might not even *HAVE* internal monologues.
So I thought that I might put together a bit of a quiz. What is your internal monologue like?
A: I talk to myself in the first person.
B: You should put an option on there if you talk to yourself in the 2nd person
C: We talk to ourselves when we talk to ourselves
D: No internal monologue here
I find myself to be a B. “You need to do this.” “You shouldn’t have done that.” “You really ought to do this other thing.”
Occasionally, however, I am an A when the B stuff is done. “You need to do this.” (does this) “Okay. I did this.”
When I think of myself as a unit (that is, a “we”), I usually only think of one of the members of “we” as particularly sentient in any important way. “Me and my body.” Martin Luther referred to his body as “Brother Ass” and that made so much sense to me. The dualism found in such cartoons as Disney’s “Reason and Emotion” where not only was there tension between the Caveman in one’s head as well as a Businessman in there, but both of them were depicted as driving the car that was the body. (Presumably, in Martin Luther’s day, the cartoon would be of two folks trying to drive a donkey around.)
The wacky thing about climbing, for me, is what has changed in the whole “we” formula. Instead of thinking of myself as me and my body (or me working against my body), my body and I are pretty much in concert. The main thing that I’m fighting against, when I’m fighting against something, is my brain. My brain has a problem with heights or my brain has a problem with figuring out how to climb this particular route. Sure, I run out of gas… but *I* run out of gas. I’m not thinking that my body runs out of gas.
Which makes me wonder… if I see my body as being distinct, and my brain as being distinct… who the heck am *I*?
Anyway, I will be taking this weekend to do chores, run the errands that we didn’t get to last weekend, and maybe see a movie or something if I can carve out 2-3 hours in one of the evenings.
So… do you have an inner monologue? What terms do you use? Are you an A, B, C, or D? (Or, jeez, did I miss one?)
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)