A Conversation With Myself

The following is a conversation between myself and the voice in my head. Though I cannot say they are two separate entities, at least it sounds better than "I'm talking to myself".
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Me: Do I whine too much?

Him: Yes.

Me: Should I stop?

Him: Most definitely.

Me: But it makes me feel uncomfortable if I wallow in my own misery.

Him: It's not like talking about it helps. As you've noticed, nobody else understands, except for me.

Me: You are technically me. So it's like, nobody understands me, except for me.

Him: Wouldn't that be the natural conclusion? But maybe I'm being too harsh. There will be somebody who
understands, out there. Just not anyone you've tried talking to about those kind of things.

Me: Am I essentially talking to the wrong people?

Him: That's what I'm getting at. Think about it this way: why do you even expect them to understand?

Me: Well uh... idk. But on TV and in those info brochures they say telling a friend about your troubles relieves stress.

Him: And just how fucking naive are you? What are you, fucking 2?

Me: I just don't see why---

Him: Why don't you use that brain of yours and think, for fuck's sake. With how many of these people are you able to hold intellectually stimulating conversations? Haven't you realised that when you try to get all serious about a touchy-feely subject, they try to dismiss it? They're not trained to put up with your bullshit---they're a bunch of school kids, not your therapist. Don't just dump your crap on anyone who comes along---have some fucking self-control.

Me: Okay.

Him: Look, there are 2 kinds of people. People you tell things to, and people you DON'T tell things to. If you just learn to shut your mouth, things will be alright. Some of them--- for God's sake, OBVIOUSLY cannot think on the same sophisticated level as you. No, that's not me being egotistical, it's a hard truth. They cannot mentally comprehend it. It's not a character flaw, they just physically cannot understand. Maybe they lack the experience, or maybe they lack the mental stimulation required to "get" these sort of things.

Me: I think they're intelligent people...

Him: I'm not talking about intelligence. I'm talking about cognitive empathy and communication skills. They don't have enough to satisfy your needs.

Me: Well then. This is a depressing conclusion to reach.

Him: Which is why I said it'd be easier to just shut your mouth. And stop being a pansy. All those things you claim to be worrying about--- why don't you just fucking get over it?

Me: I can't.

Him: Now that's YOUR problem, isn't it? Which goes all the way back to "don't dump your shit on other people". It's not their problem, it's YOURS, and YOU have the responsibility.

Me: I don't like where this conversation is going.
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Which is precisely why I stopped talking to him. I guess it's useful to talk to your inner voice once in a while, and get things straight. Only then can I truly evaluate my own thoughts and feelings, and understand exactly what it is I am looking for.