inside the head

Our minds have an amazing ability to do incredible, awe-inspiring, triumphant things. I'm beginning to think we pay for this wonder. We find our most harsh critic, our deepest enemy, our wildest demon--tormenters amongst our brilliant thoughts, creative spurs and sanctuaries of truth--in our conscious but oh so secretive mind. The things we say in our heads when no one is there to talk to.

We all do it, therefore there is no such thing as acting crazy. "Acting crazy" is really when we just get to the point where we feel like we cannot contain these horrid comments any longer and we talk to our pillows, our stuffed animals, our fish... something. Usually we confide in silent or non-living matter. Or sometimes to no one in particular (like when your odd friend rambles under her breath rather than yelling at you). I say there is a crazy, but most of us are just not quite there yet. (Though some are close...)

The weird part is, why? Why do we constantly berate ourselves and others with silent thoughts, rather than always compliment or bring up the good things that happen? Is it just me? I know I'm a negative person, but sometimes these things that you cannot comprehend hit you in your mind. You have to wonder why you are thinking this rather than being proud or at least nice to yourself.

Hmmm, maybe it is just me.
Maybe I'm just acting crazy.