There are too many elephants in my room.
I’m talking to myself again. The fact that we have two ears and one mouth means that what we say about ourselves is amplified exponentially until it explodes in our minds. The feedback of actualization.
Part of the reason I talk to myself is to hear my own voice. I know that must sound strange, but that’s how our voices sound when we hear them; Strange. Haven’t you ever heard your voice on a recording and asked, ‘Is that what I sound like?’
I bet you can’t even remember the last time you heard your own voice when no one else could.
After listening to myself I realized that my voice doesn’t belong to me.
The voices are coming from the elephants.
The speak on my behalf as I rush to cover them with hay. The more I hide them, the bigger they become.
When I try to hide things about myself I become like a drunk man trying to present himself sober to enter a bar. What I’m hiding becomes obvious.
But then the people watching ask the most important question of all:
“Why does he want to be in the bar so desperately?”
This is The Vile Mint.