Sanity is the playground of the unimaginative Rated- PG
Tegan? Tegaaaaaaaan? Tegan?! Oh, c'mon, don't make us start whining...Tegan...
The wombats are talking to me again. Nooo...maybe if I play asleep, they'll go away...yes, please, please, go away...
Tegan...?
Damn... They are really putting a damper on my writing life. A writer can usually benefit from schizophrenia, but it doesn’t help when your alternate personality is schizophrenic too. And it's not good that it talks to me too.
Tegan we are your fathers/mothers...Come to the darkside...Tegan...
And they seemingly increase their annoyingness factor when they begin to play on movies. Make the insanity stop!
TEGAN! Fulfill the prophecy Tegan, you must, you're the only one that can...
Okay, so that isn't from a movie, but they say it enough that it's annoying. Supposedly, according to my schizophrenia, I'm some sort of messiah to wombats. Goes back a few, couple thousand years supposedly, to some prophecy they composed before we were out of the primordial soup. Uh huh, sure, we really buy that load of horse sh-
Teeeeeeeeegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan...fulfill it Tegan...(and don't call it horse sh-)
Hey, if I can't say, neither can you. And get me a boy friend first, and then we'll talk.
Hey, we already offered you somebody.
Yeah, a bloody Backstreet Boy! You should know I don't go for the pop crap.
Well, you seemed normal enough, we thought you liked it. How were we supposed to know you went for males of the cartoon kind?
Normal? NORMAL?! If I'm your bloody messiah, what makes you think I'm normal!? And don't make fun of the cartoons dammit!
Well, it is either cartoons or dudes from books, or ones that you make up. Frankly, we can't bloody give you any of them.
Silence.
Tegan?
Silence.
Teeeeeeegaaaaaaan?!
Silence.
TEGAN!?
Just take the silent approach. Never works though. it's kinda hard to stay silent from residents in your mind ya know? And it's even harder on the mind, when the residents make your writing take a strange turn down the fruity path. You know what this can do to me?
Make you a big star.
Nobody asked you!
It was all fine and dandy as a child. They were just imaginary friends. but as I got older, I wondered why they didn't talk to anybody else. Now, I know I've got schizophrenia. Woo woo! I've finally gone off the deep-end baby! Only took, what, fourteen and a half years.
Sigh. You're so difficult Tegan.
So I've been told. Hey, I've got a question. If I end up being committed, will anybody still buy my books?