Today was an awkward day. Awkward. That's possibly the best word for how I felt, it started off strangely. I have a routine in the morning, I'll get up wash my face twice then, with my eyes still closed i'd reach for my face towel which is placed on the side and dry my face before i can open my eyes. I brush my teeth, upwards and sideways the same amount of times (usually 5 or 7, always odd numbers) then rinse my mouth 3 times.
But this morning, I wasn't quite myself. i brushed my teeth first without realizing how many strokes, i then continued to wash my face twice, and like usual my eyes were closed however this time when i reached for my towel it wasn't there. But I had put it there the night before, i was sure. It just didn't feel right.
I feel like daily routines entangle human life. It's what keeps me happy, it keeps me content. It's like my own anesthetic illusion to the realities of existence.
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