The Man-In-My-Head


Okay, now its time to introduce someone from my life.

I’ve known him since I was three. Or rather I became aware of his presence at that age.

He’s someone I know very well. He’s someone I still want to know. There are days when I think I’ve figured him out. And then I feel I’ve yet to go past introduction stage.

He doesn’t have a name. He’s the Man-In-My-Head.

I don’t know his age but I know he’s wise. I don’t know his sun sign but I know he has hidden depths, fiery desires and soaring dreams. I don’t know what he looks like. But I’d like to believe he has the looks of Robert Redford, the smile of Tom Cruise, the easy sexuality of George Clooney and the voice of Heath Ledger.

He listens to me. He talks to me. He questions me. He replies to me. He’s just…. there.

Every morning he supplies me with a thought of the day. Then he pushes me to think about it the whole day. And just when I’m ready to call it a night, he gives me a learning of the day.

The Man-In-My-Head is colourful. He’s adventurous. He’s ballsy. He’s entertaining. He’s irritating. And he thinks he’s right most of the time.

You’ll be hearing a lot about him. So I thought I’ll just…you know, mention him.

PS: Today’s thought of the day: "People change. They end up having nothing to say to each other even if they were best friends years before."