There’s Someone In My Head … And It Isn’t Me
Well, okay, obviously I’m in there too — I pay half the rent after all — but I homeshare with my subconscious, so I’m not alone in there.
I’ve met him a few times over the years but we don’t speak the same language and had to communicate through an interpreter — he seemed alright though … quite astute in fact.
It works out okay, I suppose … it’s not too stressful, all things considered — we work different shifts, so, by and large, we have the run of the place to ourselves when we’re each in residence.
The different languages thing makes communication a little hit and miss: he leaves me pictograms on the fridge door and I suspect that there’s a bit of a cultural barrier too — I often seem to miss the subtleties he tries to convey — but, as I said, overall it seems to have been working out okay for both of us as far as I can tell (he hasn’t moved out yet anyway).