Jerry Behr Number 2
Talking To Oneself - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
Talking to oneself in today's times is an interesting
subject. I'm a poet don't go away; This talking to
oneself is being done in any time or generation or
country, its being done by male or female in any Age.
People who use it, will use it at every level of life's stage.
Since I'm a poet I'm not a smart arse, I empathize with you because I've got to use this ability for my occupation as a poet, so don't go away yet; I'm aware of this
highly secretive world of ours of this self talking to oneself.
You might think you're the only one doing this to yourself.
When I was a teenager I wondered somewhat if it was
normal or not, I had a high school crush on a girl and
thought it might be held against me. I fought against
the self talk, lasted a few days then it came back,
Tried again lasted a month, thought my mind be on track.
The next girl I met at high school showed the difference
between infatuation and the real live thing. As an addiction
I had to have it, I couldn't go without the self talk.
I decided subconsciously just to live with the damn thing.
Practicing talking to myself and its privacy it would bring.
In life I realized there are mental gears in the mind,
different gears for different situations. As a teenager I had
to learn to master these gears, and I must say I had a few
oops's and slipping of the gears along the way.
I needed great privacy and a place where I could stay.
I'm glad you're still around my friend as we continue
exploring our world of self talk. Private places like
bedrooms and grassy flood canals near creeks were used.
Safe havens for perpetual self talkers like you and me.
Loneliness did not bother me, I did not talk to a tree.
I didn't have an imaginary friend, nor did I talk to angels,
nor did I talk to flowers, or statues only to myself only along
those angles. I had asked who are you talking to? I talked to
panorama to manage my mental gears,
learning to live with self talk never minding mental fears.
For a while at least I didn't question the self talk
any further and continued in life.
Those were the years of high school, girls,
living at home, and managing mental gears.
Living with self talk never minding mental fears.
Then in the summer of 69 I met a girl in the outside world that captured my heart, I had started work and making my own way in life. Now I mastered the gears somewhat and it ran like an automatic transmission.
No oops's in life, the self talk now an intermission.
The self talkers have a persona, one for the public,
another for the secret place of the mind where they
practice self talk, move between two worlds. Ending
high school, the self talk gears were locked in place.
For the rest of my life I used it in life's mighty race. ©
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