The mind is a peculiar place. There are normal things that the average person does on a daily basis, like brushing your teeth, going to school/work, or walking your dogs. Then there are things that some of us do that don’t seem normal at all, things that might even seem bizarre. For instance, having to complete every action (like counting how long you wash each hand) in even numbers. Avoiding food all day because of that ridiculous little number on the scale, and then feeling like a worn out rag with barely any energy to function by the evening time. Staying up until ungodly hours because you’re contemplating the meaning of your existence and consciousness. Not showering or washing your face for four days in a row, not because you went camping for a while in the woods or anything; you just couldn’t bring yourself to rinse the overwhelming feeling of desolation off your body and out of your little brain. You became used to it and began to believe that it wasn’t possible to make it go away, especially by the simple act of taking a shower.
