I wonder if the people in my head are listening?

I'm exposing my loony side today. I'm flashing my white jacket and all. I was minding my business cooking chicken and just thinking to myself. When the tabloids popped into my head with the headline of Lindsay Lohan coming to Utah for rehab. Well first off I had to tell myself how stupid it is that the news is telling us this. Who cares? Are all my friends going to rush up to Park City for a visit in hopes to catch a glimpse of Lindsay sober? Well as thoughts ran themselves I came to the Paparazzi and dreamed a scenario of meeting one and having a discussion with them. This was my discussion.
Marlies: So what do you do?
Paparazzi: I am a journalist for the Enquirer.
M: So you are the paparazzi?
P: Oh no, I am not like that. I report on important stories.
M: Well I think you have a pathetic job torturing famous people. So what if they have a glamorous job does that really mean you have to invade their lives? I mean who really cares about how many times Brittney Spears got wasted? I don't! I think that if you know her personally then maybe you would care to help her, but I don't know her and I don't care what stupid choices she is making. Maybe I would care if she had gone through some tragic ordeal and I could look to her as an example, but she is NO example of anything good. Besides what is with you guys getting in their faces and causing them physical danger in order to avoid you? Do you think that you are doing society a favor by causing dangerous accidents so you can get a quick picture of Reese Witherspoon and her child? Do you think that my life is that pathetic that I am going to pick up your worthless "newspaper" and buy it? Oh NO! Even if I did care, don't you think I would rather see them on Oprah, Ellen or Montel Williams? Of course I would...!

So it was at this point that I thought maybe I should go find my straight jacket. I thought here I am having a conversation in my head with the paparazzi. I know you are all thinking I am very hard on myself, but I have another confession... this is not the first conversation I have had with someone in my head. In fact I often times have this running dialogue on fast Sunday where I bear my testimony to myself and if the spirit moves me I go up and share that particular testimony. So there you have it I don't know if the voices in my head are listening, but I know I am talking to them. I'm hoping that this admission will help put someone else at ease inside so maybe they can accept their inner straight jacketness. All I have to say is that the inner dialogue in my head is much more entertaining than the "Days of Our lives" soap opera and their inner voices out loud!