So today is Sunday again. And so that means that Jo and I must post together. And so that’s what we’re going to do. And we’re talking about . . . stuff! Stuff is always great, am I right? Anyway. Ignore the last two stupid sentences. We’re going to be talking about Jo’s Writer Schizophrenia and how I see scenes and stuff.
Don’t you know, I’m so up to date with posting! Aren’t I right?! No because I’m wrong. And I did not have wifi yesterday and last week I forgot because I forget everything. Anyway. My Writer Schizophrenia and Marie’s Movies. That’s what I call them.
Yeah . . . I didn’t post on Friday . . . sowwy . . . But anyway! Schizophrenia and movies! What a great topic! I believe that Jo should go first!
Why do I have to go first? I went second! See? See? Okay. I’ll just go. *Looks Down* I really need a chair. Anyway! Writer Schizophrenia. Not that complicated. If you know what schizophrenia is, well then just make that nicer and the voices characters and that’s pretty much it. I could go into more detail but . . . it’s weird and complicated and sometimes it malfunctions like my brain does. Like a robot!
I think that you should go into more detail. What if our readers have rovers? Rovers that will eat them alive? You can’t just leave them hanging like that!
*Dramatically long sigh* fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. So. Most of the time the only voice in your head is your own, like . . . it’s faint and you know it’s yours even though you can’t physically hear it. Yeah. That thing. I usually hear that too. But imagine my surprise when a boy’s voice comes out of no where and says, “Hey, man!” And then I looked around to realize, “Oh, oh yeah. I’m in my house. No boys here except Matteo and Dad. Hm. This person did not sound like either of them.” And so . . . it’s weird. I hear different thoughts and voices and I don’t know how I distinguish them from each other, if the person was thinking or speaking, but there’s just this . . . this weird little click in my brain that says, “Oh, he was speaking. Not thinking.” And multiple people will have multiple conversations and it can be really noisy in my brain, but then I can wake up one day and it’ll be completely silent. And that’s what I like to call A) a severed link B) they hung up on me or C) Writer’s Block. And each person has a distinct voice. Like, if someone sounded like them in real life, I could point it out. I haven’t found many, only two people probably. And that can be a problem too because sometimes I wonder if it’s someone in real life, or someone in my mind because it can either be that clear, or extremely faint. And it’s a weird thing. And then there’s also the fact that I can . . . “see” their movements or “feel” it or “hear” it or whatever you want to call it, it’s just a weird feeling for a smirk (which is really hard to detect), or a smile, or a frown or maybe they were sitting and . . . I don’t know, setting their head in their hands . . . and . . . STUFF. Messy paragraph. Messy, messy paragraph. If you have a question that I did not answer, will you please ask (Marie) because I don’t know how to sum it up.
I don’t think I have any questions . . . I mean . . . I feel like I asked every question in existence about this that one day. Remember that one day? Oh Copernicus *turns to look at rover* You are weird sometimes. Anyway. So now I explain watching stuff. I call them scenes. And they’re interesting . . . and sometimes they’re really hard to put into words. But basically what happens, is that . . . what happens is that I don’t know how to describe it exactly. That’s what happens! But it’s a little like a mix between a dream, an actual dream that you have at night where your brain is just like, “Unicorns and cookies! In a dark alleyway! YEAH!!!”, and a daydream, you know where your teacher then decides to ask you a question because he/she knows that you weren’t paying attention. So usually I’ll be sitting in a car. Going somewhere. And I’ll be staring out the window. And then it just kind of happens. And I watch my characters do things. Basically if you took a scene from a movie, and put it in my head, that’s what happens.
I do remember that and that is why I was asking because I was hoping you recalled all the questions so then I could describe it better! Anyway. I see scenes sometimes. It’s not so often and not so long and not so exciting and not so . . . clear, I guess. So then people have to fill in the missing parts. So yeah. Something’s wrong with us, but it’s a helpful problem.
That would make sense. Do you want me to ask all those questions right now? Because I kind of remember them. Kind of . . . not really . . . yeah I don’t really. And I feel like you explained it well enough. And sometimes I can hear Raul’s voice but it’s . . . complicated. I have to put him into a scene, and then keep asking him questions, hoping that he’ll answer. So yeah. Helpful problems.
Haha, no. I’m good on the questions if I described it okay. And then it’s weird. When people are talking to you and you hear other people suggesting replies to what they say or being . . . weird and then you get weird thoughts and off topic and . . . weirdness when you’re changing and stuff too . . . and doing school stuff . . . and then when you see scenes and stuff in school and in random places . . . and I don’t even know.
Yeah the scenes are . . . interesting. Especially when they’re weird . . . like they were this morning . . . And especially when they somehow make me tired. Because I hate that. And it’s inconvenient.
And then I hate watching awkward ones because you can’t really . . . do anything about it . . .
Awkward ones . . . ?
*Shakes head and laughs* I never tell you any of the awkward ones. I just cut them out completely and it’s just . . . awkward . . . I don’t know how to describe them.
Oh . . . So anyway!
. . . I have nothing more to add to this conversation . . . I am now useless . . . to this conversation . . . like . . . This is when I was supposed to have some example but I can’t think of any . . .
That makes two of us. So bye for now . . . everyone reading this. I’m sure you think we’re just completely insane by now. Especially Jo. And you’re not wrong. Not completely anyway.
You’ll think I’m even more insane now because I try to hallucinate people! I’m working on it, okay?! It’s not as easy as you think! IT TAKES A LOT OF WORK. BUT I DID IT, ONCE. By accident. For like, two seconds and it was scary because I thought it was a ghost. But no, it was just Dawson. Anyway. Yeah. Not wrong about our insanity.
I believe you said the hallucination stuff last post . . . but anyway. We should shut up now. Before someone puts us in a mental hospital. Which *turns to whoever is reading this* you should definitely not do.
*Smiles* I say it all the time because it causes a lot of lapse in memory! No just kidding, I naturally have lapses in memory. Anyway. Unless you plan on letting us room next to each other or with each other. Because then that’s okay with me. They’re supposed to have good food. And I like food. ANYWAY. *Waves*
~Jo and Marie
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