-Ok boys, I will be heading on now, I think my parents will get back in about 10 minutes.
- Yeah, cya. Don't play without us tho, we need to get the same rank!
- Ye ye, noobs, I will carry you tomorrow. Don't worry too much.
As I disconnect from a Discort call, I open MyTube, another meme compilation to bring my mood up. In the end - even though I won the game, it was tiring, so now I have to relax. While the video was playing, I tried to reach for some snacks without taking my headphones off - good thing my "room" is right next to the kitchen.
To be honest, I don't like my current life. I am what you would call just above the average; I was considered a prodigy in early childhood, then a smart kid in school, and now I am just a Joe (no offense to actual Joes). Did I really do something wrong, or, perhaps, was doing bad for an extended period of time? If yes, where does it start?
I don't even watch that video anymore. The feeling of my life being burned away overwhelms me, I feel disgust at people in these memes, at people who are commenting there, and most importantly - at myself. How could a person as smart be so stupid? What a joke. It seems like an impossible thing, but here I am.
As I start to zone out, my field of vision narrows, everything I see on my sides is somewhat crystallized, as reality itself starts to crush like a lollipop, being crushed by the power of human jaws. I watch this strange phenomenon without moving - in fact, I can't. It seems like I lost a connection with my own body and now am in spectator mode.
In the meantime, reality breaks more and more. Finally, it clears out and I see.. myself!? A lot of versions of me, sitting just like this, at the same working table, with the same laptop and in the same apartment. As I watch them, it doesn't seem like they have noticed me.
As I watch to my right - an infinite number of "me" goes infinitely to the right, each is the same as another.. But wait, no. The further I go, the more different "I" become. Here, 30 places to the right of my own position, that 30th me is more muscular and damn, he.. I look great. It appears I have a much better looking face than I thought, and all is needed is the absence of body fat on my face.
I get closer to Number 30, it seems like he is reading "Population, Environmental Crisis and Science: A critique of the ecological paradigm". Hmm, I think I know what it is.. wait, it's the article I was supposed to read but was putting it away for so long. It seems like Number 30 and I do not share the same levels of procrastination, which brings up mixed feelings in me - I am really happy that "I" is doing that well, but it is not me, the "Original" that is doing so well, and most importantly - I cannot even blame anyone, as it is visible that difference in our lives is fully dependent on our life choices.
I feel slightly uncomfortable, as my head gets squished with a huge invisible press and I am subconsciously willing to get back to my own place, immediately doing so. "Mirror dimension" is closed, everything is back to normal, reality is as consistent as it is supposed to be. Another video is playing on MyTube, which means I blacked out here while watching Number 30.
- Haah, I hope this is not a dream. - I clap myself on the cheek and must admit that pain is as real as it can be.
I would like to think about it, but I don't even know where to start. Too much information and too much to explore. Plus, it seems like I have a time limit there, no more than a couple of minutes. Damn it, I need to switch to something else. I can't think of anything good right now.
With that thought, I changed into my sports outfit and went downstairs to the gym.