A Reflection

This story was something that had me grinning almost from start to finish as it was being constructed. I had a thought one afternoon while pondering whether or not to do something (what it was wasn’t nearly as important as making this possible) and wondered if I could paint a picture of me weighing the pros and cons of a choice. We all have to make decisions at one time or another at some point in our lives, and I thought why not write how it possibly would play out? And thus, this was born. Stories can come from spectacular places, creating an exciting yarn to spin, but other times (more than I like to admit), they come from ordinary and boring places. People often ask where I get an idea for something, and I usually can answer with some fine reply, but there are times where even I, the author himself, have no idea. That is one of the beauties of being a writer, you never know when or where a story will come to you. And the exciting unknown is something I wouldn’t trade.

So enjoy this piece and maybe talk to yourself more, you might be surprised at the response.

Enjoy,

Your Author, Chandler

Reflection

“Well, what did you expect? Of course you have doubts,” he said, tone calm and soothing. He did have a point. As he often did. me leaning in a certain direction and I was beginning to think it had cost me more than it had given me. That had given me a lot, don’t get me wrong. But I had a feeling it was not for me, which is what led to where I was now.

“Are you sure that it was worth it?” I asked.

He scrunched his eyebrows, “Haven’t you been successful? Friends? Dates? Awards?”

“Yeah…”

“You’re second guessing?”

“Well, I don’t know if I made the right decision.”

“You were happy initially. Maybe you need some time outdoors. Call Becky.”

“I don’t want to, let me think.”

“Man, I told you to think it over more carefully before making the choice.”

“I talked to you didn’t I? Wasn’t that supposed to be enough?”

“If it were enough, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“How does this help?”

“Don’t get pissy with me. I never made you do it, I only-”

“Pressured me to think a certain way?”

“WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? I can’t pull answers out of my-”

“Now who is getting pissy?” I smirked at him right back. Who does he think he is, talking to me like that? After all we’ve been through?

“My job is to pose an opposite argument to your gut, and help weigh the options. How was I to know it may have been the wrong choice? I’m not magic.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“What? I’m not...come on, let live that down will ya? You make someone believe in one little shooting star and this is what happens…a big fat ‘I told you so’.”

“I did tell you that it was stupid to rely on random chances for that test.”

“I didn’t tell you to believe me!”

“No, but why wouldn’t I?”

“Look man, you made a choice. You asked me and it didn’t work the way you thought, what do you want from me?”

“Some more quality help!”

“HOW AM I TO DO THAT? I’m not a therapist either, so sue me.”

“You’re right, you are me after all. Which is a bit annoying since I can’t just ask for a new conscious.”

“Hey hey hey, don’t go all cynical on me, well more than usual,” he held back a grin “no need for extreme steps to be taken.”

It was my time to smirk, “So what, is there really a magical place to trade you in for a different voice in my head?”

“I mean….”

“Wait, WHAT? I can trade you in?!”

He was silent.

“Where and how? This can be-”

He laughed, “Got ya! No pal, you’re stuck with me.”

“Don’t play me like that.”

“You believed me.”

Well, just great.