I wouldn’t put that in your mouth if I were you

The real problem is, however, why I am so closely considering the reasoning and line of thinking of this voice in my head.

“I’m not just a voice in your head. Though, I am a voice… and I am in your head…but I’m not you. And yes, you must consider what I say. It is only in your best interest.”

How am I supposed to know you are advising me in my best interest?

“How could I possibly continue to exist in your mind if your mind is destroyed. Trust me. It’s much better if you keep your wits about you.”

Well, I agree, but-

“Unless you truly believe that you have conjured me from some primordial psychological depths within you for the sole and direct intent of driving your own self bonkers, then you must understand that this is not a joke, and that my presence here is significant and worth your attention. So are we ready to nip it with the nitpicking and get on with it? You’re certainly not getting any smarter with all this time you’re pissin’ away.“

Okay, fine. I can’t argue with any of that. What’s the plan again?

“I need to know that you really believe my presence here isn’t going to be a problem. I’m not going anywhere, and I feel like you’ve acquiesced to my explanations with not a great deal of resistance. Now I’m concerned with the accuracy of the briefing I was given about your intellectual preparedness in this endeavor. Do you feel you have the resilience we will require moving forward?”

What will occur moving forward?

“That information shouldn’t matter in order for you to answer the question.”

Fine. Yes. I am ready. Obviously.

“Mmm hm.”

… So what do I do?

“Spit that shit out. I hate the way it tastes.”

This is my favorite food. I’m not going to stop eating it just because you’re sharing my headspace.

“Are you sure you want to upset me like that?”

… …Yes.

“You have crossed a line in the sand, ma’am. Enjoy your dreams tonight while I make myself at home in your consciousness. I’ll see you tomorrow.”