Conversation? We’ve got a problem. I’m about to abandon you altogether and crawl into my cave and talk only to the voices in my head. And I think you know why: the voices in my head occasionally make statements.
I am seriously on the verge of hitting my crazy every time I talk to people, watch TV, listen to the radio, and catch the news. People won’t stop asking themselves questions, and I’m about to lose my mind over it. Whether for stabbing my eardrums to relieve myself of the misery or stabbing the offending parties to relieve myself of the misery is unclear, but lately I find myself reaching often for an ice pick. Why? Because suddenly everyone is interviewing himself.