Billy In DA House!

Yes, Yes, I know what you all must be thinking about my title. "He all ready referenced this Ali G In Da House movie! We all get it, and he's not funny at all. Do you know what I think, he must be really immature to pull this joke twice and still think it is funny!" Well, naturally, I'd have to tell you: "You know what, you may not think I'm funny, but you STILL are reading this blog, so take THAT!" Now given your personality and life experience, you'd react to this by either 1. having a moment of realization, think I'm pretty cool, and thus want to date me (I'm available!), 2. thinking I'm totally "immature", close the browser, and listen to sad depressing emo songs as you are so depressed that you just wasted precious time out of your very valuable life, or 3. saying, "dude, you just ripped off the joke in your friend's blog: you're unoriginal and stupid (but I still want to date you because you are just so sexually attractive)"- SERIOUSLY I'm available! On a serious note though, let's talk about something relatively important (well to me).
If you have payed any attention to the title (I all ready went over the "ali g" joke, do you really want me go through it again?), you will notice that I referenced a person named "Billy". Now, this person is VERY VERY special to me. He is one of the most important people in my life (No, he is not my lover: I all ready told you I single (and if you're curious, I'm straight)). I'll come right out and say it. I am Billy, or at least, Billy is a PART of me. If I sound confusing, weird, and incomprehendable, just bear with me. I'll explain it all in little story starting.....NOW
One night, I was reading this person's writing as he/she asked me to correct it and basically do some "peer editting" (weird, huh). Well, all of a sudden, I was starting to get very anal, tried to pass off as "sophisticated", and started talking in a british accent. I realized that this seemed very much out of character as I am not British and have never lived in England. Naturally, I gave this personality a name (Billy, if you're curious). Well, originally this naming process was just intended to be all in good fun as I could laugh myself to high heaven (it was one o clock in the morning and I'm sure that the expression "high heaven" has been used once before). Then, out of the blue (no not heaven), I started having conversations with Billy (myself). He became a real person (inside of me). Freaked out, as anyone would be, I asked him, "where did he come from, who was he, and if I was going crazy". He didn't answer any of these questions, just smiled, and told me something so cryptic that even I did not understand him.
Eventually, several nights later, I started thinking a little bit. That night, I learned that Billy embodied all the characteristics society told me to embody. I thus realized that Billy was a part of me. He was the "societal" influence within me. This was the truth, it had to be..... Part of me screamed out in anger, hating him. I wanted to wring his neck, destroy him. Something about me was just constantly telling me to ignore him, cast him aside forever. It was Prabh.....
P.S. Sorry, I am posting this one night late. I just didn't feel like writing anything last night. Can you really blame me? Do you really care? Am I talking to anyone? RESPOND TO ME! (in the comments section right below, I will hold conversations with you throughout the week, and who knows, you might just inspire me to write about something)