I’m glad you asked, random person I made up as a segway into the next bit of my story! An internal monologue, also referred to as internal dialogue, represents the little voice in your head that you “hear” in your day-to-day life, without actually speaking or forming physical sounds. Guess what, besties? I don’t have one. The easiest way to express how I think is by picturing a silent movie, but with closed captioning on the bottom. I don’t “hear” anything in my head whatsoever. With this, I tend to process things easier by hearing them, resulting in me being an auditory processor. Therefore, I talk to myself out loud…. a lot. I’ve been teased for this a lot in school, deeming me one of the “weird kids” who would talk to herself all of the time. My parents would give me a hard time because I would play out my day by reciting it like a monologue, and that’s how I would process my everyday life. It’s not like they maliciously went out of their way to make me feel bad, they just didn’t understand why I was doing it. They even tested me for Asperger’s Syndrome when I was little, but I didn’t end up scoring high enough to give me that diagnosis. I ended up thinking I was just “unfortunately weird” and “broken” for talking to myself out loud and not being able to stop or understand why.