Many many years ago, during a session of couples counseling, I was told by the counselor that I lived too much inside my own head. I never really understood what that meant. Where else would I live? My senses are all hooked to my brain which is, in essence, my head. As I tried to pry apart the meaning of this statement, it did provide fodder for a short story about a gestalt organism which consisted of many disparate parts, each with varying degrees of independent volition, which comprised one being. So, two questions: 1) What does this even mean, to live inside one's head? 2) Do you think you live in your head, or outside of it?