Mirrors are "portals" to other worlds

When I was little I used to be completely obsessed with mirrors, among other things. After watching the rugrats episode “mirror-land” I started studying myself in front of the mirror. At some point I convinced myself that the person I was seeing wasn’t even really me. I remember talking to the girl who looked like me in hopes that one day she would talk back. I would make weird faces at her when I was mad, hoping that she would get mad at me and make a face back. At first this idea fascinated me. What if everyone had a "mirror self"? What if everyone’s mirror-self was someone else who just happened to look like them and coincidently went to the mirror at every instance they did? I mean that could happen, right? But the difference is they were the complete opposite of you.  I decided to call it opposite world. Later I started wondering that if that was “Opposite world” and I was the good one then that would have to make the girl in the mirror the bad one. Around this period in time my mind went wild.  Suppose she only did everything I did to mock me and when I left she laughed at me because I was completely oblivious of her future plan to kill me and take my place in the real world. Maybe mirror-land wasn’t satisfying her enough?

 Well, she had another thing coming to her because I was fully aware of her “plan” and so for the next few weeks as long as I didn’t break the mirror, I was aloud to “stalk myself”…..I was 7 ok?!I remember hiding, waiting for my “mirror me” to appear so I could jump out n call her out on her evil plan. Even once I left my Gameboy in the bathroom because, let’s be frank, no one can resist playing with a Gameboy. I left it right there on the counter in front of the mirror, in hopes I’d catch her playing with it. However she was always one step ahead of me, and to my knowledge my Gameboy remained untouched.

Around some time it occurred to me that if my evil twin could get to me in the real world the perhaps I could get to her too. So I started “feeling” on the mirror, truly believing that at any instant my hand would go over to the other side, almost like a portal. A first I thought I didn’t believe in it enough and then I thought maybe there was something I had to say, like a spell to get to the other side. But I never got there.

 This theory lasted about a year and although I did stop stalking myself and went back to my normal kid life I still would always give my mirror image “the look”. The kind of look parents give their children saying I know what you’re up to and you better stop it right now or else you’re in big trouble mister! Even today I do that every once in a while. But I’m starting to think maybe she’s not so evil anymore. J