I started to write a post a moment ago about how I’d piled on the weight over the past few years, and lost a tooth or two, and lost most of my personality, and have an allergy to this, that and the other, and to how my hair does its own thing, and how…
My forehead hitting the keyboard as I dozed off woke me up.
Standing on the keyboard was a tiny version of me. Glaring at me, and scowling.
“Will you have a good look at yourself!” The other me squeaked. It’s funny how voices sound different, based on the size of the host they’re coming from. Well, I think so anyway.
The Little Version of Me slapped me around the face with a bunch of parsley. Why parsley? I have no idea – but it was a big bunch. A normal sized bunch to me, so massive to the little guy.
He slapped me around the face again.
“Concentrate!” He squeaked.
“OK” I scowled back.
He slapped me around the face again.
I growled.
He slapped me around the face again.
I flicked him off the keyboard.
He slapped me around the face again, this time with two bunches of parsley. He regained his position on the keyboard. “Finished?” he asked.
I wasn’t aware that I’d actually started anything, after all I was the one being slapped around the face.
He slapped me around the face again.
“You’re doing it again. Focus!” He stood, glaring once more.
I glared back.
He slapped me around the face again.
“WHY DO YOU KEEP SLAPPING ME AROUND THE FACE???” I asked, or rather shouted.
He slapped me around the face again.
I.
He slapped me around the face again.
And again.
And again.
“Had enough yet?” He asked.
“Yes” I replied. He slapped me around the face again.
“Will you stop it! And just tell me what you’re here for?” I asked, rather controlled.
He put the parsley away, and looked up at me. He whispered something that I couldn’t hear.
“Pardon?” I asked.
He whispered again.
“What, you say?” I asked once more.
He motioned for me to lean in, closer to him, which I did. He punched me on the nose. Powerfully and painfully, for someone his size.
“Stop beating yourself up about things,” he said. “You can change anything you don’t like. Don’t harp on about them” And with that, he winked, smiled, waved farewell, and ran behind the computer monitor.
Charming.
I’m receiving some strong messages in the oddest of ways lately, I must admit.
True, though.
So far, I’m apparently holding myself back, and beating myself up.
Something tells me I may be going through something of a change. And do you know what? I’m rather looking forward to it!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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