"Deja-vu" I thought to myself as I exited the room today.
"I know I have had a conversation similar to that one before..."
Conversations with yourself count too, yes? Ha! I rummaged for my journal and found exactly what I was hoping to find.
A short story about egocentricity, from two contrasting perspectives.
September 10, 2008
It was raining that day – pouring to be precise. A tall and toothpick-like woman struggled to decide what her wardrobe should entail. Constantly exchanging glances with the cock eyed son of a bitch in the back, she couldn't seem to understand the problem. Expletives danced through the room as this young woman, still standing tall, frustrated and toothpick-like, raced from one end to the other in hopes of discovering a hidden article of clothing that might have gone into hibernation. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she constantly muttered under her breath whilst the other impatient asshole blinked with every passing minute – each second taking a stab at her future. Never content with her surroundings, the toothpick decided to wear the same ensemble as the day prior because: “nothing ever looks good.”
It was sunny that day – blistering hot to be precise. A short and voluptuous woman ran naked through her apartment flaunting the wonderful curves she inherited from her full-figured ancestors. Flirting with everything (even her reflection, mind you), she failed to find the ensemble that looked the best. In her mind, strutting down the street naked seemed the way to go; however, authorities would have a slightly different approach to such exposure (even if they would enjoy it). Instead, the curvaceous woman snatched the most revealing outfit imaginable in hopes of exposing just enough to where authorities could only wag their invisible tails and drool. “Those men are dogs,” she thought to herself as she exited her apartment; “pure dogs waiting for excitement.”
Where the sun met the rain, which actually does happen, it began. Preoccupation became the biggest sin that day... vanity striking a whole new level. The sun wailed to radiate warmth and happiness, whereas the rain jeered at spoiling the day. One side, pitying itself and hoping to make light of the situation and the other too engrossed in prevailing. The toothpick did not make it to work on time because she accidentally ran over Ms. Curvaceous who was too preoccupied with fixing her bosoms. Where these two polar opposites met, everything ended.
“How inferior!” each woman screamed when she laid eyes on the other. The toothpick saw nothing more than a whore and the curvaceous woman saw nothing more than a prude. Similar thoughts rushed through their heads, “she has no self respect, she'll never find a significant other,” etc. Thus, whilst these two women preoccupied themselves with physical and characteristic judgment, the rain and sun continued to spar as well. Soon a black blanket swept over the city, which put the sun and rain to sleep and left the two women still bickering: “why the fuck should I give you my information?” the curvaceous woman continued. A sea of streetlights rumbled through, except for the one right above their heads. They stopped and stared at one another, as this streetlight struggled to stay illuminated.
And it was at that distinct moment where an invisible mirror of sorts appeared between the two ladies. Each woman glanced at her reflection, and a moment of understanding registered. One world, two hearts and two voids filled by the mere glimpse of their missing characters.
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