My inner voice really doesn't like me.

My inner voice really doesn't like me.

Yeah, I would not put up with a friend who spoke to me the way I habitually speak to myself.

My inner voice likes to call me mean, childish names. The most frequent one is "Dumbellina." I'm training myself not to do that. At first, I was just trying to block out the mean names; now I'm trying to replace them with regular old nicknames.

And it's working, a bit! Last night, I had a happy moment when I realized that my inner voice murmured "Good save, [Elsa]lita!" instead of the more usual sarcastic "Smooth move, Dumbellina."

haha. yes, your voice shouldn't call you names. I am going to nip mine right in the bud here before it becomes a whole another identity within my head all snarking all the time

I'm kinda gaining a lot of discipline in various areas of my life these days and I think my Inner Voice's new brusqueness is part of that. Maybe I need it. lol. "Really, Firas? Really?!"

My inner voice's favorite thing is 'good job, numbnuts'. But it does all sorts of random things and spits out 'oh, btw, you should add [x] to your to do list' at various intervals, which is why I have to leave paper and pens around my house.

My inner voice is in a turf war with my inner child. There's a lot of crying and shouting.

My inner voice, when I listen to it, apparently thinks I have no memory. "You should buy milk. Milk! Milk. You should buy milk! Did you remember the milk? Milk! MILK. You should buy milk. Remember the milk!"

I have a constant grocery list in my head, basically.

Ha! Mine would only pipe up after I return home and take off my boots, then not-helpfully snipe "Forgot the milk, Dumbellina? OF COURSE YOU DID."