Senseless Internal Chatter

I think it would be a very interesting experiment to record all of one's thoughts, for an hour, on tape, or in a notebook, then read them back later and wonder how we ever get anything done.

Something other than our "deep self" must be doing all that senseless internal chatter. Other than an occasional "I need to pick up Pampers for the baby" not a lot seems to be going on at the surface level of consciousness, in my internal dialog.

On the other hand, sometimes I feel that the real "me" is looming silently over the chatterbox me, and that's the parent in charge of the kid.