Day 22: Time Skip

Whoops, forgot to post this on Wednesday! 

Day 22: Time Skip

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Dear reader, I come to you with a final record of my most strange life, to what end I know not, but take it for the warning and the testament it is.

I’m not sure how I became trapped in this cycle. Time has warped and I am caught up in a skipping record reality where the seconds no longer proceed in orderly fashion. Each moment follows the next in a jerky, two-steps-forward-one-step-back dance of madness. Moment. Following moment. Repeat second moment. It’s disorienting to say the least. New moment. Double moment. I think they’ll lock me up sooner than later.

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When the loop first started I assumed I was nuts, or dreaming. I waited it out, assumed eventually things would, I don’t know, reset. There’s no reason for anything like this to ever happen so surely it could not last. If only.

I got used to the rhythm. I adapted. Learned to speak (to speak) in time with (with) my madness (-ness). I stopped using long words because they carried across the skip and were too difficult to enunciate across in the gaps. I followed the careful meter of the time skip and tried my best to blend my words seamlessly through the breaks. I grew a little quieter each day and my friends argued whenever I left the room about whether I’d had a stroke.

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Once I accepted the permanence of my situation I became hopeful. I could do this! I simply needed to follow the pattern and smooth out my interactions. I grew steadily worse instead. I lost track of the cycle and repeated words, dropped words, lost interest and just started ignoring people. The more I accepted the herky-jerky dance of the seconds the further away the temporal-normative world became.

I stopped caring and started playing with my extra seconds, screaming obscenity only to gloss over it a moment later. You look LIKESHIT (very nice) today, PRICK! (Justin). They only heard the echoes covering my secret game. Fools. I would listen ahead and jinx people on their phones at the grocery store over and over again. So I’ll be (-ll be) there at eight (EIGHT!) and bring (bring) the pasta (PASTA!) They thought I was a street performer, or nuts, but mostly just annoying on a previously unimagined level.

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At some point life with others no longer mattered to me. The skips were far less noticeable sitting alone in a quiet room reading a book or meditating. Running was okay, very rhythmic, as was dancing if I could find a song with the perfect meter. Beyond that I could not be bothered. My family worried, but what I care? They no longer existed in the same universe. Now I’m signinging off. I’m done. Going away to own happy place. You can still find me at home but don’t expect thing. I’ve been given this gift for a reason and I intend to find out what it is is. Enjoy your static world, your nice flow of momentmoment greeting moment. Stay sane. Maybe we’ll meet again another time…