It's All Outside Of Your Head

“Oh, I wouldn’t put that numerator there.”

“Shut up,” I growled. “I’m doing my homework. Go away. Everyone else, too.”

Doubt sighed. “Are you sure? I really think it might be better if—”

“Oh don’t be so doubtful,” Optimism interrupted. “Let her do her own homework.”

“If she did it your way, Doubt, she’d be at it for hours,” Boredom added. “And it’s taking long enough as it is.”

“Shut up!” I screamed. My emotions could get a heckuvalot annoying. Pride sniffed and adjusted his tie.

“That wasn’t a nice thing to think,” Conscience said, waving his finger for emphasis. Scorn stuck out her tongue. She was pretty mean for looking like a seven-year-old.

I sighed. I had to be crazy. Was I the only one in the world with physically manifested thoughts and emotions? Most definitely.

“I wouldn’t necessarily think so. There are approximately six billion people in the world, so the probability that you are the—” Logic started.

This time everyone joined in. “Shut up!”

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