| Hey y'all. Last day of book club and I'm thinking we should do it a little different. We talked earlier in the week about what we thought the personal demons looked like, but aren't they all unique and perfect snowflakes like us? Ahem. Let's talk about our own personal demons and describe them. Here's mine... I call him Hijinks. Not that he goads me into pranks--he doesn't--he just makes me say things that probably should have stayed in my head. Hijinks is about 6 inches tall and almost that around, like a little bowling ball with feet and hands, only prickly like a thistle. He leaves little red welts across my shoulders when he rolls from one side to the other and can't quite reach my ear to whisper so he uses a rolled up post-it note which he whacks against my ear lobe to get my attention. But enough about Hijinks... |
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Apparently you are the only one willing to name yours. Mine pleads the 5th and is currently going into a ID Protection Program for an unidentified amount of time. And that's all I can say on that.
Mine looks like an 8 inch tall George Carlin and tries to get me to cuss and complain all the time. It's really fucking hard to watch your language around the kids with that shit in your goddam ear all the time.
The one on my other shoulder is all fluffy clouds, magical rainbows and unicorns. Until you piss it off.
;p
oh, and I so don't believe Mark has only one.
You're right Shan. The other ones are Vulgarity, Filth and Dementia.
Mine is nameless, but looks just like a four inch tall Dora the Explorer. She constantly hollers in my ear (in English and Spanish, even though I don't speak Spanish and live in Canada) at the top of her lungs, insisting I hit customers with my serving tray, or randomly yell things like "caulk!" and "pipe nipple!" when fixing stuff around the house.
It's also her fault I sometimes drink before noon. I have to do what she says, or she never shuts up: "Kitchen, fridge, beeeeeeer! Kitchen, fridge, beeeeeer! Kitchen, fridge, beeeeeer!"
Mine is called Filter, mainly because I get accused of not having one. I do but Filter doesn't.(obviously hence his name..shut up Filter..see what I mean..) He has no form only an annoying voice. Filter has a fondness for alchol and chocolate.. Oh wait thats me.
Synde
Ah I see. Hijinks, Vulgarity, Filth and Dementia... the Four Horsemen of Mark's own personal apocalypse.
My would be bitchy irritation. Bitchy irritation forces me to be grumpy and crabby and while I find this hard to believe...he also sometimes forces me to irritate those that I love. At least this is the story that I am sticking with and let's be honest perhaps if my loved ones did not drive me to bitchy irritation...he would not be forced to rear his ugly head.
My personal demon makes me drive fast. Very fast.
And my guardian angel makes sure I get busted every time. Sigh.
My last personal demon quit because he couldn't stand having nothing to do. Not because I'd resist his blandishments, but because I'd have better ideas.
If you want to talk about the real thing...