Annoying and Boring: By India

‘Ouch!’ I whimpered as I slammed back against the wall. It was the same every morning. Blind as a bat she would stampede around the bathroom grabbing things, dropping them, picking them up again, tripping over piles clothing and wet towels, and most of all, slamming me over and over as she clumsily knocked her hand around in the cabinet for whatever she needed. I glared at her furiously as she pulled a brush through her messy blonde hair repeatedly to no prevail wincing and muttering to herself. I wanted nothing more than to scream and scare the living daylights out of her, but I knew I couldn’t, I’d already tried that before.

She was decent looking, nothing special, I’d seen prettier. Her hair was nice, and her eyes weren’t so bad either, they changed color depending on the day, I guess that was kind of neat. Otherwise she was extremely ordinary. She had a closet filled with all different kinds of clothes, I knew this because I could sometimes see it if she left the bathroom door open. Despite this, during the winter she seemed to wear the same exact outfit every day. Some jeans with one of maybe three sweatshirts, plus some obnoxiously shiny boots that I couldn’t stand, but she seemed to adore. Despite her bland taste during the cold weather, in the summer she wasn’t as boring and wore more colorful clothes, this served as at most a semi-promising testament to her future fashion endeavors. If I’d been her I wouldn’t have been so annoying or boring. I would’ve worn something different every day and styled my hair instead of ripping it into pieces or pulling it back into a tight bun like some lab scientist or something. Regardless, I wasn’t her, and I never would be. Live and let live I guess.

She had now moved on to her makeup. She was dreadful at applying it and she almost made me feel sorry for her, almost. She would poke her eye when putting on mascara and get the lip gloss in her mouth, which was pretty gross to say the least. Not to mention that more makeup meant more slamming, lucky me. I kind of hate to admit it, but as annoying as she was, it was lonely without her. I mean I’m a mirror for Christ sake, what is the purpose of being a mirror in an empty room? It’s quite ironic that we can see what’s going on around us since that’s what we’re for, seeing stuff that you normally can’t, like your face. There’s this stupid thing I do sometimes, I pretend that I’m the person, and that she’s the mirror. See- it’s easy to do this because I just pretend like I’m looking at myself in the mirror and doing what she’s doing. But when she’s gone I can’t do that, and its clear to me that I’m just a mirror, and the days are annoying and boring, just like her. Guess you can really never win- huh?