That voice in my head

I sometimes catch myself, during dramatic moments in my life, narrating the scene in my head in the third person. I could be suffering brutal pain from my hyperacidity and hear that voice; "And so this is how it ends. He loved. He laughed. He lived. And yet, so much promise... unfulfilled." Or an argument with a girlfriend, "He loved her so dearly but even that wasn't enough. He would have died for her, if only she loved him a little, not even a lot."

And the funny thing is, besides that the narration is in English, is that it is not even my own voice. My life, as it flashes before my eyes, is narrated by Morgan Freeman. Too much Hollywood I guess.