The other day my friend told me that she doesn’t like Oreos.
Shocked, I blinked.
The world seemed to cease its rotation around the sun.
Everything I thought made sense no longer made sense.
My mind became a fuddled mess.
Slowly, I began to breathe. I tried to regain my sanity.
I stood up slowly, explaining, “Excuse me. I have to go rethink my life.”
I went to the bathroom, closed the lid on the toilet seat and sat on it, with my arms wrapped around my knees.
The people standing outside the bathroom had no idea what was going on. None. They didn’t know that life as they know it, or rather, knew it, was ending.
I took a deep breath. It smelled like air freshener and toilet bowl cleaner. Yup, it was definitely a bathroom. That much, at least, hadn’t changed.
But still, things could never again be as they were. They just couldn’t.
I took another deep breath.
I thought about all of the stupid mistakes I had made in my life, the intentional and the not so much. I saw how they were all connected and found the problems inside me that caused the mistakes. I vowed to myself to resolve these problems.
The world began to spin again. I could just feel it.
Maybe days would no longer be 24 hours, or years 365 days. But there was a positive effect.
I had become a better person.
And all because my friend doesn’t like Oreos.