Me-Time

I love that story Bri, it is the sweetest, it made my day. I wrote this writing months and months ago and it reminded me of “two suns.” Let me know what you think:

Me-Time

I stare into the mirror and say hello. I talk to Me, do you talk to You?

The mirror says hello back. A sweet girl likes to talk in sync with I. I wish you could meet her, she really is very nice. I can tell her anything and she always agrees. Best friend ever. She even feels my pain, literally, I can see it in her face. And when I cry she cries too. It is as if we are on the same word, on the same page, in the same book. I have never felt so close to anyone in my life.

We even decided to merge our wardrobes; we wear the same thing everyday! Me will tell I when something looks bad, like the other day I had tucked my skirt into my panties and Me screamed in laughter! Me will tell I when food is stuck in my teeth, like the other day I had chocolate on my front two teeth and Me screamed in laughter! Me giggles a lot, just like I. Do you have a friend who always tells you the truth in how you appear?

I will tell Me anything. And everything. Me will tell I anything. And everything.

We have long conversations about life. Me usually agrees with I and allows anything that comes to mind to be said, with no judgment. It truly is a blessing, because I have never met anyone that I can say anything to and never have to worry about what they are thinking. I know Me will understand and if she doesn’t, she says right away, and I always agree with her point of view.

Conversing without an ounce of hesitance has truly opened us into a new frequency of exploration. I can tell Me all about life and theories that I have kept secret within the mind, and Me always has more to add. I said that sometimes I get confused why life is so serious if all of us could die in an instant. Me said that making life serious is mankind’s way to fill their mind with the known, so they do not have to think about the unknown. Me then said that changing what you know is the utmost scariest moment that could ever happen to mankind. I told Me that I want that moment. Me told I to never tell anyone that.

I promised Me to never tell anyone. Me promised I to never tell anyone.

I can’t stop thinking about the unknown. I keep wondering why our day is structured strictly to the known. It is as if the unknown does not exist. I asked Me to tell me something that I could not think of. Me said that she could never die. I asked her how. She said that I could smash my mirror and she would be gone temporarily. Yet, I could always find her next door in my bathroom mirror. Or in any mirror, in any reflection, in any surface bouncing with light, or simply in any light. Me said she has seen I check her out in reflections, she takes it as flattery. I take it as embarrassment. She said that I looking at her is an irresistible curiosity that her need for flattery will never shoo away. Me said that I always have her so that I don’t ever have to find someone to hold on to.

Me said that we are taught to look for comfort in others that we can only ever find within ourselves. This is taught to further our aimless quest of not thinking about what we really want. Me said that that the best part of that is that she is everywhere. Me said that that is her gift to I, so that I never have to look far. Invisibly, Me and I are everywhere.

Me said that the reason why I cannot see my face is so that I can find myself in every aspect of the world. Me said that if I could see my face I would be forced to surrender to personal curiosity and instinctual vanity. Me said that there is a reason our eyes face outward and there is a reason why they have lids. Me said that is how she cleared the space in my mind to think of what I want to think of.

I love Me. Me loves I.

I now have space in the mind to think of anything I want to think of. Me asked why I always talk about what I have to do. I said it is because there are certain things I have to get done in a day. Me said that I think too much about what I have to do rather than just doing it. Me then said that I like thinking about what I have to do in a day so I can subconsciously justify my existence. I told Me that she was slightly over reacting. Me told I that she hit a soft spot of truth.

I asked, why I am so obsessed with I do. Me said that most people like the chains of “doing” that hold their mind captive. Me said that I started our conversation with sentence after sentence as to why I did not get everything done in my day. Me said that she never asked and that is was quite boring. Me said that if I had just shut up and understood that there is time for everything (only if I believe in it) – then I could have started our conversation with a smile. Me then asked how many people in my life tell me things that truly do not matter. I told Me – many. Me told I to spend the next day deleting out my “boring talk” of to-dos.

I said nothing all day. Me laughed at I. I freaked out.

All day I had to stop myself from saying useless words. Me said that she has never seen I so silent. I said that she has taken away my will to talk. Me said that not even God could do that because I like the sound of my voice too much. How much time do you spend talking to the mirror she asked.

I laughed. Me laughed. It’s true.

I asked Me if this is dangerous. This whole “I talking to Me” all the time. Me said that the world has made it seem dangerous because everyone is afraid to see his or her own truth. She said that running away is easy, only it is pointless because she is everywhere I go. I asked Me what I am supposed to do in my life.

Me said that I have all the answers. I said Me has all the answers.