Sixteen Degrees to Reality

Someone told me I’m paranoid of being paranoid.

Am I?

We didn’t start out like this, and it was fine just the way it was. Then something happened, and he made up for it. He started being.. well… sweet. I didn’t complain, I actually liked it.

Then it got back to normal, and I started looking for the mush. Sometimes it was there, sometimes it wasn’t.

But lately…

It’s always there.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t treat mush as some shadowy, Death incarnate entity. I LIKE IT. But he’s not like that…

Could it be he’s changed? He says he never did. "Maybe you’ve changed," he told me, smiling while I looked down on him.

Could I have changed?

Maybe.

But not paranoid.

RIght?

"Mirrors are wonderful things. They appear to tell the truth, to reflect life back out at us; but set a mirror correctly and it will lie so convincingly you’ll believe that something has vanished into thin air, that a box filled with doves and flags and spiders is actually empty, that people hidden in the wings or the pit are floating ghosts upon the stage. Angle it right and a mirror becomes a magic casement; it can show you anything you can imagine and maybe a few things you can’t. The smoke blurs the edges of things."

- Neil Gaiman

"Taena…."

- Jen Garcia

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*wipes drool*

Anyway.

A funny thing happened to a poor guy yesterday. Gonz, Ria, Tim and I were all inside the elevator with a few other people as well (including this Poor Guy). We all came from the 9th floor of Gonz’s condo, and instead of pressing G for ground, I pressed 6. (Yes, i can be stupid sometimes.) Anyway, the door opened on the 6th floor and this Poor Guy walks out of the elevator then stops, then gets in again.

He prolly thought, "Hey, this doesn’t look the the ground floor."

I was laughing so silently that the paper I held to cover my distorted, laughing face shook so bad. It didn’t help that Tim, Gonz and Ria were laughing as well. It’s hard to suppress your laughter, you see.

"Punyemas tong mga batang to ah," the Poor Guy prolly thought.