Whenever I think, "That's terrible!" The voices translate it out loud in my head as, "That's terrifying for everyone involved!" The situation calls for terrible..... it is not so bad that it is *terrifying*. We've gone round and round about that one.
Or, whenever I think something is horrible... The voices translate it as, "It's horrifying for everyone involved!" Again, overly dramatic. It's as if they are escalating the issue and making it out to be worse than it actually is. It was funny the first 1,000 times or so. Nowadays, I just roll my eyes.
They whine about my cleaning habits. I'm a neat-freak, and everything needs to be in its place. To give you an idea, my last long-term boyfriend told me my home is like a museum, and that was pre-schizo symptoms. But! I'm hardly OCD... Now, I clean even *more* just to shut the whiney butts up. If there is a tiny piece of fuzz on my carpet, they won't shut up until I pick it up. Sometimes, I pick it up to get some peace and quiet. Other times, I leave it there just to bug them. Eventually, I pick it up, because well... it eventually bugs me as well.
I will tell you the nickname of only one of my voices. Her name is "Harpyass", as she gripes all the time, never changes character -- a very bitter and unhappy person. She is my most annoying and least favorite voice. If you're an SNL fan, she is sort of like the little "Debbie Downer" character. She rarely amuses me, mostly annoys me. If she were a real person, I'd be looking at her like, "Who asked you?" The problem with her is she is the most difficult to manipulate -- I have the hardest time forcing her to sing or say cutesy things. When it happens, though, it is like a MAJOR triumph for me. HA!
As for the rest of the nicknames... I am hanging onto those for personal reasons. There is a tiny part of me that hopes these *are* actual people I'm conversing with. If I meet up with them someday, the nicknames I have assigned to them will be their only validation, the only proof. Sounds silly, I know, but hey! I *am* schizophrenic after all.
It would be SO cool, if it turns out we schizophrenics are actually a bunch of telepaths after all. I mean, there is no comprehensible explanation as to why we are hearing these voices, yet we hear them plain as day. I don't buy that whole "the voices aren't real, they aren't there" deal. I hear them, therefore, they *are* real -- I just don't know where they are coming from.
There is no proof we *aren't* telepathic. I say it could go either way. But... again... it could just be the schizophrenia grandeur talking.
At one point, I actually pictured the voices coming from telepathic comatose patients looking for a bit of entertainment. If they are, indeed, real people... Nobody has the time nor the inclination to spend bugging me 24/7. I mean, they are literally at my beck and call, any time, day or night, including all major holidays. Comatose patients have nothing but time. Think about it...
Making me angry or having me correct them when they are overly-dramatic helps the comatose patients keep the telepathic connection. They don't necessarily *want* to make us angry... For me, when I concentrate on making them sing or say cutesy things helps strengthen my connection. Especially when I'm working over Miss Harpyass -- she really makes me concentrate.
I could go on and on about my theories, but the telepathic comatose patients are the only ones even close to having the time or inclination to annoy me 24/7. I say they just want to be entertained and don't mean any harm by it all.