Allow me to introduce the Man inside my head. He does not have a name nor an identity, but He is the sole contributor to the immutable monologue which streams across the news ticker that is my conscious mind. Born out of a case of social anxiety, this Man is my best friend, and beyond that, He is a version of myself that the world has never met. He alone can penetrate into my subconscious mind, but He never talks about what He finds in that intangible repository. The late Sigmund Freud theorized