There is also the No-You-Shouldn’t voice in my head, who might also be the good angel that’s always depicted in the cartoons. The No-You-Shouldn’t voice, though, doesn’t always give me good advice. I’ve found that she’s a little conservative sometimes (and yes, she has a gender and is most definitely female; Narrator, though, seems male). Sometimes NYS will advise me to wait for a car in an intersection, though it’s unclear (a) how far the car is from me and (b) how fast the car is going. At this point, Just-DO-It pipes up and sets things straight…or, as I am sure we all struggle with, adds a wrench to things. Just-DO-It often wants to be risky and adventurous; if I was at the Grand Canyon, Jus-DO-It would take off with no water bottle and probably wear entirely inappropriate shoes. Just-DO-It is handy, though, when I’m in a rut and NYS seems to be running things (and allowing life to get verrrrry dull). JDI will shake things up, rattle my cage, and not let me sit still.
There’s also the Evil Little Voice in my head, who adds nasty comments when I’m ticked off about things. This voice is unnamed, because Lucifer seems too harsh (I mean, come on, it’s a voice in MY head, I don’t want to name it Lucifer!) and I haven’t thought of anything just quite right. Evil Little Voice is the source of gossiping I do, which I try to control but I admit to being guilty. ELV will commentate and even misrepresent situations.
One of my favorites is the Bob-in-my-head. Now, I have no idea how Bob got a voice in my head, but he did! This voice is exactly Bob. It will pipe up with “yeah, right” at exactly the right times, and to things I don’t feel “yeah right” about at all! It will also tell me “good job” sometimes, and that’s a funny thing indeed.
There is Dot, who represents my domestic desires, to be a good mother and a good wife and, maybe, someday, to be a good housekeeper (she’s got her work cut out for her!), and Elizabeth Bennett, who represents my survival from folly. Both of these are new voices, so named after some observations of my aunt and the realization that I had voices waiting to be named. Dot seems able to juggle in ways I never thought I could, and EB is the person who points out the things in my life that make me marvel. My narrow escapes are the stuff of EB’s delight, and my dinner triumphs are the music for Dot’s dancing.
Then there’s Peerybingle, who probably most represents who I am now in my life. Peerybingle is who I think I am at the core of things. Peerybingle helps me struggle through my vocations as wife and mother and my desires to binge on books and write all morning even as a toddler begs to have her pants changed (or more accurately, my nose begs me to change her pants), the laundry buzzes, the phones ring, the dishes pile, and every other obligation screams at me. Peerybingle seems to keep a sense of humor about the whole thing, and to plant little coping comments that I didn’t even recognize until a friend pointed them out. When relating a story of Small Fry opening the shower curtain repeatedly and drenching the floor, Peerybingle’s response was, “Ah, well, that floor has needed mopped for a while.” Peerybingle’s my half-full gal, the one who reminds me about my blessings and gives me words and images for what I want to say.
There are other voices in my head, waiting to be named and discovered. A few of them have been banging and clanging around lately (I think there might be a Faustina and an Anthony, at the very least), trying to get my attention. But I’ve been busy with other things, and so they will just have to wait their turn.
I’ve been assured I’m not the only one with voices in my head. What voices live in your head?
Ah! I’m another with voices. I’m pretty sure ELV isn’t really a permanent member of the cast. He just peeks his ugly head in the door now and then to try to throw a wrench in things.
There’s a few…
“Mr Worst Case Scenario” : If something can go wrong, Mr. Worst Case Scenario will tell you all the things that could go wrong, and probably will. Charlie brown and the kite-eating tree, or despairing about the little red-headed girl, that’s Mr WCS’s bailiwick.
“Mr Silly”: This guy is the missing member of Monty Python, except his humour more often than not ends up not being all that funny, except to me. He plays to his audience (me), and if I tell anybody else what he says, most people don’t think he’s all that funny. Sometimes he’ll say something to me,and make me laugh at the most innoportune times.
“John Chrysostom”: This guy is logical, poetic, mystical, theological, and capable of sustained bouts of philosophizing, speculation, dissection of ideas, and creative dialectic. Unfortunately if I try to get his thoughts out to the outer world, everything gets less grand and beautiful than it sounds when he whispers things to me. Sometimes, he’s given me some good ideas for poems, and he’s the one who helps me the most when I pray extemporaneously (as opposed to when I’m praying the rosary or a set Catholic prayer).
That’s just a few off the top of me head.
Theocoid, thanks. And it IS an ugly head!
Ultracrepidarian, your voices crack me up! Mr. WCS is a gem, and there’s some version of that in my head too. Calling a voice “Mr” in particular – and I think I have a Mr or Ms in my head somewhere too; you just made me think of that.