Reading gave me an internal monologue

I've been getting back into reading again recently and I've finished about 10 or so books in the last year. The last few were Musashi (both the book by Eiji Yoshikawa and vagabond the comic) and Siddhartha which have really been my first foray into some Asian religion, philosophy, and thinking. Something particularly weird happened after I finished Siddhartha. The book spoke to me about many things and I thoroughly enjoyed it. One passage was talking about how it is better to simply view a thing as it is and that words are a deceitful thing. I thought this was weird at first as I've always only pictured things in my head as the thing itself, but as this day has past I hear this annoying ass voice in my head. Instead of simply making tea as a normally do in the evenings, I was almost talking to myself about objects. For example "I love my wife", "Ow the cup is too hot I need to let the tea cool down." "Ow you idiot you literally just figured out the tea was too hot why did you drink it anyways"

In all the ways those books were making me introspective, this wasn't the outcome I was expecting. Honestly its making it quite hard for me to form thoughts as I can now only type as fast as this infernal voice in my head speaks along.