The devil inside

The other day I got around to listening to a recent podcast of "This American Life" devoted to the idea of people trying to conquer their inner demons. They were using the term "demons" metaphorically, for any sort of, I dunno, little voice inside your head that keeps telling you to do things you don't want to do, or that won't quit telling you bad things about yourself -- things you objectively know aren't true, but that you can't cast out.

There was a segment in which a producer had random people anonymously talk about their own personal demons. It was pretty interesting, actually. As I recall, one person said he couldn't stop eating, no matter what. A woman said the voice insider her head directed her to have sex compulsively. Stuff like that, some minor, others major.

I started thinking, "Well, good for me, I don't have a voice inside my head that tells me anything like that. Oh, wait...". Now, I'm not going to 'fess up to anything here* -- at least not with my name attached to it -- but hey, you readers have the luxury of anonymity in the combox below. C'mon ... what's the diabolic voice inside your head tell you to do, and you really wish you could figure out how to make it shut the hell up? Take care not to put your name on your entry, unless you really want to.

*It has to do with Herve Villechaize, whist, Moorish dignity, the Mandrell sisters and snorting Sazeracs up the neck of Keith Richards' guitar while a conclave of Kabbalists and literary critics divine the secret meaning of "knick-knack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone".