Who is talking, who is deceiving us, who is listening? Why do I ask questions to myself and anyalze them? Arguing to myself?
Where is this voice this conscience comes from?
Sigmued Freud followers tell me.
I often hear my beloved old uncle Rex, saying “Kid, she’s your first couisin. No, she’s not adopted, and we’re not in Arkansas. Kid, I’ll kill you first, then I’ll tell your father.”
I loved that guy.
Conscience is learned behavior. It does not exist without moral training of some sort. It is the association of sadness with specific acts.
I was lying for effect. I am only sad on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
so bessy has 3 voices and faust has only 1
Since you wish to play this psychology game, I shall lie down the couch and guyz can listen to me.
Everytime when I see an amazing or special character, either from the cartoons, anime, video games, books, people, Tv. They have entered my world, they move and have a dialogue, they play my script. I am God, to them. Once I was blocking all these images and limiting the characters of that odd world, limiting their dialogues they often comes back.
They seek an ending…
While, not thinking of this dream world, there is this voice which gives comment on other people’s actions and words. And sometimes tells me what you ought to do and not to do. If I tell this voice to shut up he shuts up, when I tell this voice to speak it speaks. What is this sickness I am enduring?
Data and Portent will be in here any minute now.
Dan, get into music. Learn to play an instrument - babe. you are a right-brained nightmare; join the club and embrace crazy before it’s too late.
Yeah, dan, i think you have too much time on your hands, an overactive imagination, and not enough ways to express it.
Or, you’re schizo.
If you become an artist, no one will know the difference.
I think the “voice” is a by-product of being able to speak. I ask myself questions in English. I’m sure a Spanish person asks themsevles questions in Spanish. I have a hunch that non-lingual people don’t interrogate themselves at least in a language specific way. I wonder what their “voice” sounds like?
At any rate, the question becomes “What the hell is that, whether it is a voice, or grunting or something?” I think it is the result of a system that has the ability to contemplate OTHER systems, but has a rough time when it comes to contemplating itself–for it has nothing as an input concerning itself particularly–it only has external data.
Solitary confinement works well to drive people mad because they have no input other than to contemplate themselves.
Anyway, I think this “banter” comes about from the system trying to get bearings on itself. I think this! Why do I think that? How do I KNOW I think that?
On the other hand, I think when it starts saying things like “I guess I’d better keep my mouth closed,” it’s alerting the main system what the most likely outcome will be on some other system…trickily, it postulates itself first and how it might respond. “I’d better shut up because I wouldn’t like it if somebody said that to me.” --or at the very least, it examines what one’s likely emotional responses would be and postulates action. Of course, it doesn’t KNOW that these emotions are representative of the other person, it simply assumes they’ll hold which is why people often have trouble communicating.
So, to answer your question, I think the “voice” comes about from the system first trying to gather information about itself. After awhile, it begins to expand that data and extrapolate it and apply it to others. It’s always on the lookout for input from others to give it more information about itself…it’s a loop…and as the book Godel, Escher and Bach cleverly argues, these loops may be THE thing that give rise to that little voice.
I really don’t hear voices in my head at all. Surprising, really.
funny. As I said faust is the new Rasa.
I am an artist, a very good one indeed told by my friends, and teacher.
And I do play instrument, the guitar, piano, and the harmonica. And I was told by my classmate, damn, no one except you really practice playing.
Phaedrus~
You don’t hear voices, because your ears are shut. If you read a book and not reading it out loud, don’t you have a voice in your head reading it for you?
i hear 2 voices…
the first voice is me thinking, the second is my consicience, who alwasy has something to say…
and here I thought I was the only one who is divinely mad.
Oni
you said , the first voice is thinking
the second voice is someone who is saying
How can you listen to thinking?
Currenly I have four voices:
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“The Worry Wart”
I hear a voice that tries to predict what will happen near future (i.e. what the rest of the day will bring) -
“The Expletive Siren”
I hear a voice exclaims to violent, unexpected/unforeseen events. This voice is 90% of the time not a voice, but rather a facial expression. -
“The Greedy Git”
I hear a voice of want/don’t want. This voice is the one that helps me when I am in an indecisive decision (like what to eat). It works closely with voice number 1. -
“Boredom aleXFM 69.9”
And my fourth and final (for now) voice is not a voice at all but a viable radiostation that plays back a wide selection of music (mostly alternative rock) in my head at random.
Everything else must be instinctuary and therefore does not require conscious thought.
Help me add more voices…
i mostly hear my own voice, if you can call it a voice. but sometimes the voice tells me to do things that i don’t want to do and it gets louder and describes in greator detail what i should do and untill i do it the voice haunts me and then i usually black out and …
is this normal?
There is one specific voice I hear over and over again on my way to work in the morning.
Its that guy on the radio who tells bad jokes, reads advertisement ads, and performs stupid skits with the other djs, with laugh tracks running in the background.
Now I understand that this is all part of the ploy to pacify me, condition me into being susceptible to routine, dull me intellectually, sell me products that I ought not buy, and distract me from the mundane fourty-hour work week, but it still gives me a headache.
Voices. I hear voices. John Boy and Billy, to be precise. Those redneck hyperbolic ironies; by making a mockery of their own kind they suspend the calamity and make it the subject of intent rather than its original indications of degradation, incompetence, and folly, and most of all mistake and accident.
It is like when Pee-Wee fell off his bike and said “I meant to do that,” …a kind of saving face, if you will, under the false veneer generated by the intentional mockery; the exaggerated accent, the skit theme content, etc.
What you are not supposed to notice is that they are idiots, because you should be occupied, like them, with laughing at yourself.
The only problem here is that these two idiots do not have the right to such context, because they are the context; they think its all a joke…yeah, its a joke…a joke that your on the fucking radio every morning.
i only hear my voice in my head. and then occasionally not in my head, when i talk to myself.
i might as well have the radio station too though, because i can hear songs i know as well as if i were wearing headphones. it’s very useful because i can figure out what key a song is in or what note it starts on by running through it in my mind.
really though, sometimes i hear other peoples voices; like when i reach for the bread and i hear mom say"wash your hands or we’ll all get sick" or my friend say" you will never quit smiking weed" ect.
its a rare occurance but its nothing more than me associating a thought with a person who may have expressed a similar perspective. its not like i recognize a difference in tone, accent, pitch or pace…there is no difference in the sound of thier voice and the sound of my own thoughts.
I hear color commentary.
"Oh Matt blunders that sentence! And now she’s definitely starting to leave. Nice one genius… "
"Yeah Matt’s definitely just not in the zone tonight, he’s operating with level 6 jokes, usually he’s at least near the 8 or 9 mark. "
or I hear the voice of what I wanted to say, after what I did.
“Don’t get smart with me!”
“Oh… sorry, I’ll rephrase”
(I’ll dumb it down for you)
6- one for each “sin” 
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in that case you need someone who can perform excorcism 