Conversations with Myself
Responsible Voice In My Head (Respy): You know, you haven't posted anything in a while relating to Turnabout Musical OR Landalorre. You have so much you could be sharing right now.
Me: Eh.Go away, Respy.
Respy: Really. So many work-in-progress songs are sitting on your harddrive, including the latest version of Tomorrow At Last. And look at all the art Maxy has been toiling over. Heck! You could even tell everyone an amusing anecdote about working on the project.
Me: *staring at dust particles in the air*
Respy: Lucia. LISTEN to me. It's your job to promote these things. It's the ONE THING people come to your Tumblr for. You're letting all your followers down.
Me: I wish I had chocolate milk mix. Like, SOOO bad. And some Spaghettios. That would be a meal worthy of A KING.
Respy: Couldn't you at least work harder on your resume? Maybe you can land a better job.
Me: Did you know I can do like a JILLION sit ups? *crunch* One! *crunch* Two! *crunch* Three! *Pant pant* Well, I USED to be able to.
Respy: ...alright, fine. Keep pushing me back into a corner. But I have you know, I know people in your subconcious. I can bring some back-up, and you won't like it.
Me: *strums loudly on ukulele* THIS IS A SONG I WROTE. IT HAS LOTS OF DISCORDANT NOTES. C MAJOR, G MAJOR, A MINOR, F MAJOR. IT MEANS I CAN'T HEEEEAR YOU.
Respy: You asked for it.
5 MINUTES LATER
Respy: There she is, Anxy.
My Anxieties (Anxy): Heeeey Lucia. How you doing?
Me: *Cold chillds* Oh fuck...
Anxy: How's your health doing? I'm sure not too hot with that lack of health insurance and all. But no worries! You have some savings in the bank, right? Not that you will for long with bills and rent and groceries and all. Maybe if you had a better job. But you don't. No one will hire you.
Me: Hahaha... that's not true... people love me...
Anxy: I bet everyone is so disappointed in you...
Me: That's not true... I'm getting stuff done... It just takes a while for a new project to take off, is all!
Anxy: Please, like anything you come up with could ever make it big. You do know you're just leading everyone on, right? Everyone you're convincing to work with you on this, spend money on this stuff... you're just wasting their time and resources. Look at these scripts you've written. Pathetic.
Me: N-no! They're funny! You'll see! Once filming starts--
Anxy: If it ever starts.
Me: --it'll all... be... *trails off*
Anxy: Why are you playing with that poor instrument? You make such a lovely thing screech. In better hands it could make such music. In yours, it just cries in pain.
Me: ... *drops uke*
Anxy: Such a shame. This is why even your parents couldn't love you, you know. You're just completely and utterly... useless. Why don't you just... go away? You could run again. No one would miss you.
Me: ... I...
Undeserved Sense of Self Importance (Usosi): Not so fast, Anxy!
Anxy: Nooo! Not you!
USOSI: *punches Anxy in face* That's right! Lucia, please! Don't listen to this totally valid criticism! You're totally awesome and stuff!
Me: I am?
USOSI: Of course you are! Remember that time you did that awesome thing?
Me: Not really...
USOSI: That's because you do awesome things so often, it's become common place for you! Now let's go outside, challenge some random neighborhood kid to combat, and WIN. And then, we'll go to the store and buy ALL the candy.
Me: ALL the candy!???
USOSI: All of it! AND THEN WE SHALL EAT IT.
Me: Oh man. That does sound awesomely delicious. Or deliciously awesome. I'm not sure.
USOSI: YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE. And once we've got a magic rush of sugar going, we can write THREE DBRIEFED scripts all at once!
Me: And then everyone will be like "wow Lucia! You're the best Lucia!"
USOSI: Damn straight they will! Quick, grab my mustache!
Me: Why do you have a mustache? You're a manifestaton of my internal voice. Shouldn't you look like me?
USOSI: I am you... WITH AN AMAZING MUSTACHE.
Me: YEAH! *grabs Mustache*
USOSI: *flies through the air in a burst of colors, patriotic music, and bald eagles everywhere* AMERICA, FUCK YEAH!
Respy: ... I fucking hate that guy.
Anxy: What a douche.
Actual Self Worth: Hey guys, can I do something?
Respy/Anxy: Shut up, nobody likes you.
Actual Self Worth: Oh, okay...