Today I was talking to the mirror and didn’t recognize myself. I found a side of me that wasn’t there before. I stopped talking but the other me wasn’t ready to stop, he kept on doing stupid and annoying noises. Noises I couldn’t figure out.
“You’re absurd”, he said before vanishing in the past.
And I can’t stop thinking about that. Am I? Why shouldn’t I be? Most of the time this life seems so crazy, so weird, so absurd, that perhaps, without really knowing or trying I began being absurd just to go with the flow of the random and totally insane thing that come out of nowhere and slap you in the face just so another day will be worth living.