It's extremely unlikely that an entity or tiny being who whispers poor advice has taken up residence in my auditory meatus, one side or the other. There must be some other explanation for the many bad decisions I've made and for the many ridiculous notions that occur to me on a daily basis. I must think such idiotic thoughts and formulate such disastrously bad decisions entirely on my own, without the malevolent assistance of whispering entities. People say things "pop" into their heads but surely the mind is not so random as that. Popping happens on the surface only after churning and roiling and obscure bubbling have occurred deeper in the murky mental cauldron. In any case I am responsible, in some fundamental way, for all kinds of stupid mental events that I had no conscious role in creating, which is just one of the many absurdities of being human, although far from the most interesting one. My mind is like a boarding house or apartment complex in which unspeakable crimes are committed and twisted scenarios enacted with the sofa pushed out of the way and maybe a tarp laid down while in the very next room or unit someone else is having a perfectly ordinary dinner. I think of something and then it's a matter of deciding whether or not to act on the new idea, or at least tell someone about it. Contrary to popular belief, telling someone about the idea that popped into your head does not in any way lessen the grip such an idea might have on your mind. Getting something off your chest simply creates a copy that is deposited on someone else's chest, leaving the original intact. All it does is envelop another person in your own humid vapors of idiocy or psychosis or what have you, and that unlucky person cannot unhear what has been heard and is therefore almost always resentful since they have their own bad ideas and ugly thoughts to worry about. We call these people our best friends.