After such a long time, I talked to the person in my mirror again. I like to refer to him as my twin brother. He’s always there in times of need.
I expected myself to breakdown at the end. He reminds me of a certain past that I dislike. But this time, it seems he has succeeded in centering my emotions. We did it. You must think I’m a mentally unstable narcissist for referring to my mirror reflection as an individual. I don’t mind really.
As for the cause of my melancholia, I have only to ask this. Why should I heed the words of ignorant pigs? I may crave for normalcy, but I’ve embraced my eccentricities. People always think fitting in a premade mould is the way to go. Well, no use arguing with pigs, they’ll only assuage their conscience with empty words.
The past is past me now, or so I hope. Lord Logenmort is back.
Logen
I’ve never studied psychology or psychiatry so you shouldn’t take my opinion too seriously, but as you suspected your readers would, I don’t think it’s the healthiest of things to refer to your reflection as an individual separate from yourself. … Then again, it would be even more troubling if you looked into the mirror and didn’t see anyone there.
Yea, I agree. It isn’t healthy if one actually believes the mirror image to be another individual. In my case, I like to imagine it as someone else. I find that it helps you figure things out faster, when you talk to yourself from the point of view that you’re someone else.
I’m not to sure that I’m making sense here. It’s very much like being drunk and blabbing nonsense. Haha.