I love this guy! He is the voice of all that’s good and proper. He is the voice of all my hatred and intolerance. He is also the funniest voice I hear, usually. He’s real gem and quite the puzzler. I of course, am talking about the voices inside my head, heart or where ever I like to put him. Some folks I know, even place him in their genitals.
“Hey, not my fault, It’s all Mr. Happy’s idea!”
The little man (or women, as the case may be) is responsible for so much of our daily dialog it’s astounding. Sometimes, he acts like a confidant, best friend. Sometimes he acts like the oppressor, a fascist in your world. And sometimes, he is your intuition. This last thing is something I believe in most whole heartily.
So what do we do with this multifaceted-elusive-aural specter? Well, folks in the modern-day shrink business think it’s a very bad thing to hear voices. A sign of crazy!
“Harrumph, vell, if you hear zee voices you must take zee medications” Achtung!
I’m not sure about that. (Nor am I sure why the little man makes my doctor sound German?) Although, I would agree there are some voices the little man takes on which most definitely should be ignored.
In the eastern religions they teach us to meditate and quiet the little man because he just gets in the way of our hearing the heavens, the great silence. Meditate the little man away.
“Nam myoho renge kyo and a bottle of Rum?
I have tried this for years and every time I get close, the little man whispers, “What are you, some kind of smelly hippie?” To which I immediately reply, “fuck you” and then rush to judge someone next to me.
The western religions want to classify him into two groups. God and Satan. God says the good, Satan says the bad. But that seems way to easy. If that were true, we would have no problems distinguishing good from bad. (Which obviously we do). Religions are notoriously lazy anyway, especially the younger ones.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned. No problem, Sonny, give me money, say some words and it’s aight!”
But he is such a multi-faceted character, that it needs further investigations to find out his true purpose. To me, his is a running commentary of all things that I see. To me, he is hilarious, a little frightening, but hilarious non-the-less. He is my father confessor who actually answers me. (Unlike god or Satan). He tells me when I should not walk down that dark alley or buy that watch from the nice man on the street corner.
But, he also incredibly intolerant. He is the guy that makes fun of the people who take up two seats on the bus either because they are too fat to fit in one or too crazy to sit next to. He is the guy who wants to beat the shit out of the talk box of a person sitting next to me in the steam room that won’t shut the fuck up. He is the person who judges everyone around me on the basis of how they look and act. And then he condemns them for an eternity, frozen in that moment. He is the one that will most likely either save me or get me killed. (Probably the latter.)
So the question remains, what to do about him? I think it’s best to ask for parlay. I want to negotiate my position with him. Why is he such an asshole most the time? Excuse me, if we are going to parlay, I most likely will need to deal directly with him. So let me rephrase the question. Why am I, such an asshole all the time? Why am I, so intolerant of other people, that I find it necessary to belittle them to make myself feel good?
The little man hates parlay. It means he has to show up and give direct answers to the questions asked, instead of just tossing out pointed little barbs.
But, when prodded for an answer to these poignant questions, he just responds by saying,“ehh, society, family, state of affairs, job, nobody likes me, blah, blah, blah.”When I hear myself making these excuses for my bad behavior, I become enraged. How dare I justify my own selfish terms based on such broad generic factors of everyone’s life?
No. I will not stand for it anymore. I must keep the little man in parlay and find out why I think the way I do. Because I need to get to the bottom of it. I need to find out what makes me the man I am and do I like him? Because that question, is one of the greatest roadblocks to achieving my birthrite as a child of God and without that, I am nothing but a vessel for the unworthy.