Pieces of the Puzzle

They say hearing voices is a symptom of going mad. I disagree. I say hearing voices is the cause of madness. I've tried to tell my therapist this. I told him quite clearly that I am only mad because the voices are driving me crazy. My parents had to pay him overtime so he could work that one out.

But put yourself in my position for a moment. You're in math class, trying to focus on a rather tough exam that you really need to pass. You're straining all of your will to concentrate. And yet... two voices you have seemingly no control over are fighting for attention in the back of your mind. The "Flirt", as I call him, is highly engaged in a monologue about the the girl sitting right in front of you, while the "Megalomania"  plots ways to read her mind and steal all the answers. How do you think you would do on a test in that situation? I bet you aren't surprised that I came back from school the next day with a nice big C minus. My parents weren't particularly happy with me and I could hardly tell them it was the voices' fault. Needless to say they're tired of that excuse. 

Which brings us to another piece of the puzzle. You're probably wondering how long I've had all these voices shouting at me from the back of my head. You're probably wondering what traumatic experience I went through to get them. Well, truth be told, I haven't gone through any traumatic experiences - unless you're counting last year's school dance of course.  

No, I have had the voices as long as I can remember. I can recall quite clearly the Megalomania advising me to take a bite out of my baby sister when I was just a toddler. You don't need to be filled in on the details to know that it wasn't a fun afternoon for any of us. After all, what parent wants to hear their two year old tell them that they were only following the "voices'" advice? Not a single parent would understand that explanation. Not a single one. 

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