The Talkative Jerks Inside My Head Drawn Outside My Head....Including The One In The Center.
Inktober 2019 Day 27
I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead. Maybe.
I used to listen to podcasts to help me fall asleep because it was definitely better than listening to myself blather on. (Also good for blocking snoring, but not that anyone here snores)
Who I am talking to anyway? I have already heard it all before many times.
This is a bit less of a problem lately, but meditation still presents a problem. If I am not really equivalent to the voices in my head, why do they have to be so annoying? and why can’t I stop judging them?
Got to go to bed. This is clearly not a fruitful train of thought. And drawing myself making silly expressive talking faces proved not to be as fun as I had hoped.