It freaks me out when I talk to my car while driving but I can’t be fiddling with my phone to choose Nina Nesbitt’s playlist. There I am driving telling my car to play Nina Nesbitt and my car (Anne) will ask me if I want to hear the artist or the playlist. Now as some as you may know, one of my first cars (a 1982 Toyota Corolla Tercel) told me her name was Peggy Sue and she became one of my best friends. I knew it wasn’t normal to hear actual voices but I also didn’t think there was anything I could do about it so I had fun with my disorder.
However, I currently take medication to stop inanimate objects from talking to me and now technology is creating inanimate objects that talk. I don’t like it. I have Siri turned off. I refuse to buy Alexa and as much as I like not changing the playlists I’m listening to in my car manually, I kind of wish it wasn’t a feature Anne came with.
I’m grateful to be living in a day and age where medication is decent. It affords me the quality of life I lead. I just worry one day I won’t be able to tell if the machine is actually talking to me or if it’s all in my head. Welcome to the world of a schizophrenic in modern Western society. Yay me.
Gently Dented 
Ah yes, the old Toyota Corolla Tercel – we are united in the stream of time by that old car! She ran for a long time. Your post is hilarious by the way – in a, you know, thought provoking and sympathetically concerning sort of way. I forget if we had a name for her but Peggy Sue is her true name I have no doubt!
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