Our interior monologue is that thought and thought alone. It is the words we say, the facial expressions we make, and the things we do. If we are honest with ourselves, we are always talking about ourselves.
The things we do are always about us. Our thoughts, facial expressions, and words are about us. So we need to be honest with ourselves with regard to how we are thinking about, feeling about, and behaving in a given moment. So we need to keep some kind of track of what we are feeling, thinking, and doing.
We all have these moments of introspection at certain times. It’s a natural part of life, but I think it is an important one. We need to keep a journal of the things we are feeling, thinking, and behaving. And if we feel bad about it we can at least say we are writing it down.
In a lot of ways, journaling is a way of having things be recorded. If we are feeling bad about something a lot of the time, we can go back and look at the journal we have kept and figure out which things were worth recording. At the same time, being honest about our feelings is helpful. If we say we are feeling sad and we aren’t admitting it then we run the risk of not feeling sad at all.
When I was a kid, I had many friends and I journaled. I think what I was most afraid of was that I would get caught and have to say some things that were really hurtful, and that would be bad for my reputation. So I took it very seriously. I would tell everyone I was writing about me. I would tell people about my feelings and about what had happened in my life. I would tell people I was writing about that. This was a lot of work.
I think the reason I was so worried about this was because I think I had been doing that for a long time and had become a little paranoid about admitting to myself, “hey, I did this.” I think I was scared of what I might say.
The most common thing we hear about is about how someone was hurt by someone else. We tend to believe we’re the only thing that’s hurting everyone else, that we can’t hurt anyone else. The truth is, we’re all hurt by each other at some level. We all hurt each other by our own actions, our own words, our own actions. And we all hurt each other by the fact that we hurt each other.
That is the true story of how we became a society. We started out with a bunch of people and then we started to hurt each other. That is the true story of how you became a society. But there are other stories that are more interesting and not so depressing. The first is the story of the philosopher who died and who was found by the philosopher’s wife to be alive and well and not in fact dead.
There are always more interesting stories and stories that are not so depressing but are certainly harder to believe. I know that when I was a kid I used to listen to the philosophy lectures that were given by our philosophy professor. He was a nice man but he had the philosophy lectures recorded so that he could listen when he was on vacation. I thought that was just too weird that he would go to Florida and record his lectures while on vacation. I always wondered what happened to him at the end.
The professor’s wife was always telling him stories from her life as a philosophy professor, but the worst part was that she never revealed the stories to the students. She told some of the stories to her friends, and then she would tell the rest to her husband.
