//------------------------------// // Lost in my own Mind // Story: Journal of Occasional Nonsensicality // by Acryliks //------------------------------// A new year... already? Surely not... Today had been an odd day. Not odd because of anything specific that had happened, but odd because... things felt kinda... ...off? I suppose it is... I wonder what this one will bring. I had spent most of the day in a weird, almost trace-like train of thought, yet my actions wouldn't have given that away. It almost seemed like things were working automatically... almost like I was in some kind of perpetual daydream. Something like this had happened once before... when I was... ...when I was on the train... with Vinyl... On that day, things had suddenly felt... out of place? I suppose that would be the best way to describe it. It was a sudden and surprising feeling of being disconnected with the world, yet today was different. I felt like I was watching myself from out of my body. Like I wasn't the one in control; like I was an observer... I glanced at the clock on the wall of my apartment. 11:47... I had a performance to attend tonight. Octavia was playing at one of the theatres in Canterlot, and Vinyl and I were going to watch. That wasn't until seven thirty tonight, however. Vinyl was coming to grab me before we went to the hall together. Until then... Will this year be any different? ...why should it be? What was this feeling? And what did a new year matter? Things wouldn't be any different than they were last month. Or... should they be? What was stopping me from changing things? After what the Princess had told me in the garden... things were completely in my hands. But... weren't they always? This weird sense of thought... perhaps there was something wrong with me. Always thinking things that didn't matter, always making excuses, always trying to- I was startled by the sudden sound of a loud knock at my door. I stared at my entryway for a moment, before shaking my head to clear my thoughts. "Who is it?" I asked as I stood up. "It's Vinyl! Are you ready to go?" I heard my friend call to me. I flinched, glancing up to my clock. Vinyl wasn't supposed to be here until... "Seven o'clock...?" I muttered under my breath. "Daniel?" Vinyl called again. "Uh... yeah, yeah! Give me a minute... I'll be right out!" I yelled back. What the fuck? It was just... it wasn't even noon...? I quickly grabbed a nice shirt and a good, clean pair of slacks to put on. Dressing as fast as I could, I went to the kitchen to grab my keys and my ticket. I opened the door as I gave my apartment one last glance to see if I forgot anything. "Hey! You weren't asleep, were you?" Vinyl asked. "No, no no. I was just... just doing some writing," I lied as I closed my door. "Musta' been pretty deep in thought, huh?" "Yeah, just super involved in the story is all." "I feel that. Ready for the show?" "Of course. Do we know what Octavia is playing tonight?" "I don't, but it'll probably be on the program once we get there," Vinyl told me as we stepped into the elevator. The feeling I had from earlier was gone. Now that I was focused, now that I had... someone to talk to... Could that be it...? Whatever it was, I didn't feel like I was getting any closer to figuring out what I was feeling. Vinyl and I made our way to the theatre, confusion in my mind and a sharp, red dress on Vinyl.