The Matrix.

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January 3rd, 2020.
Jim Morrison said that the future is always certain but the end is near. But how near it was? We never expected it.

I always wondered why we were the way we were. Why did I like ice-creams & not biscuits? Why did I wake up one day & decided to like one of them & hate the idea of another thing existing simultaneously in this world? It was peculiar to me, humans. I never understood the idea that if we were God's Children as the bible says, why did God send us here? Isn't this a prison, A remote galaxy where there isn't a single evidence of possible alien life. I woke up tired as if I didn't get to sleep at all. It must be so because I decided to stay up late watching another season of The Warlords. I dragged myself out of the bed with all that I had because honestly me & winter did not sum up. As I stood up, a wave of dizziness came over, everything went black, I couldn't even see my hands. 'Orthostatic hypotension', I mutter as I slowly gave myself time to re-adjust to the matrix of this world. I stood in front of the mirror yawning like a grizzly bear who just stepped out of its hibernation zone. I just didn't like winters, especially in Illinois, where the sky was usually gray and the wind was biting. I don't know how our ancestors survived the ice age? Did they just snuggle beside mammoths as they went to sleep? 

"EMILLYYYY!! WAKE UP. YOU'RE GETTING LATE FOR YOUR SCHOOL!"

"Alright, alright. I'm coming mom."

Emily, I repeated my name while looking at this girl in the mirror. There are thousands of Emily's around the globe but here I am, with this face, identifying myself as someone. It's strange
that if I die today, no one would say Emily. They'd just say the deceased has now been buried. I'd like to introduce myself as Emily Browne. A name given by my late grandfather. He loved his wife so much that I ended up getting stuck with that name. 'You'd be as graceful & youthful as her', He would say this to me when I was a kid. If he were alive to see his grand daughter smoking a cigarette or wearing shorts too graceful for his eyes, he would definitely die a second time. Emily Browne is smudged with the title of 'science weeb' in her class. I know, right? People actually use this term in this era. I kinda like it. There's a certain kick to it. You would normally never see me hanging out with girls. It was just the benevolence I tried to show those girls considering if I were ever to talk, they wouldn't get a single thing I would say. I washed my face hoping it would cleanse the freckles, combed my aubrey hair, put on some mascara and a lipgloss just to blend in with the mundane life. I'm a college student, trying to stay sane with all these assignments & projects. 
After thinking about every bad decision I ever made in my life & getting 2nd hand embarrassment for it, I scooted in my chair at the breakfast table. Mum was making scrambled eggs for the breakfast today. I could tell by the aroma of the kitchen. Why do mums do this? They wouldn't be nearly done & would still call everyone for breakfast. Roberta Brown, mother to 3 children. Her eldest daughter, me. Middle child, Charlie & the youngest, Lydia. My mother is as beautiful as the books say. A hustler & a struggler. Mum was in college when she saw my father & fell head over heels for him. I don't know what she saw in him but they got married after finishing their degrees & after one year, I dropped in as a surprise. Yes, I wasn't planned. It's laughable that God decided to just push in another individual on Earth. Mum always wanted to be a lecturer but gave up on that dream because she had to look after me. But that didn't back her down for putting that dream on my shoulders. 'Emily will be an excellent lecturer', I'd like to say no to this mom but whenever I tried bringing up the subject, all I'd get is tears and how I was brought up by sacrificing dreams. Long story short, after mum ranting about how lazy I am and how I need to be more vigilant. I took my all hailing presence and went out the door. 

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