First person.... Are you talking to me?
There's no greater pleasure in life than a make-believe row, says Eilis O'Hanlon. As long as I win it, of course
Everyone has imaginary conversations in their heads, right? That's what I used to think. Mainly because I have them all the time. Out cycling. In the shower. Over dinner. Watching TV. When I'm meant to be, you know, having an actual conversation with an actual human being.
Inside my head, the cogs are always whirring away, imagining what I'm either going to say to So-and-So when I get the chance, or what I'd like to say to You-Know-Who if I had the nerve.
I do the whole thing: questions, answers, asides, responses. I act out conversations in my head first, in order to get into practice, like an athlete swimming lengths and lifting weights; or else to correct the mistakes in conversations I made a mess of in real life, in order to make sure I don't make the same mistake next time.