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It didn't happen on a regular basis. It wasn't consistent, and didn't run like clockwork. It was a hassle; a shock, an unexplainable occurrence that felt uncomfortable and completely changed my life…and cause me to have an existential crisis all at the tender age of fourteen.
It happens rather quickly too… one moment I am comfortable in my own skin, with the belief that I have complete understanding about the way that my universe works, and then the next second it's as if I've being simultaneously shoved from behind and punched in the gut, while all the oxygen is pulled from my body, forcing me to gasp urgently for something that isn't there. THAT feeling only lasts for a moment, though. Then everything rushes back so suddenly that I find myself momentarily numb before the sudden rush of feeling hits me and I become unsteady on my feet, rapidly blinking away black spots from my vision to take in an entirely new scene to the one that I had been standing in only seconds before.
It's disconcerting to find you've moved without realizing, quite like the surprise you would feel as a child when your eyes would close on the ride home only to open again to reveal yourself tucked safely in your bed.
Except when it happened to me, I hadn't fallen asleep, and no one had moved me while I was unaware. Well, something did. I would only realize much later what exactly IT was.
I'm fourteen, and hardly a child prodigy. Using all of the scientific knowledge that freshman biology has taught me, I've given this strange occurance the most scientific name I could think of: Glitching out.
I was a video game glitch, and probably crazy to boot.
Unlike a video game glitch, though, I wasn't glitching through trees or obstacles. No, I was glitching from one reality to another, traveling through time and dimension, and all without a life jacket. As awesome as a trek like that sounds, there's too much unknown about such a situation to really be able to enjoy it.
The first time it happened, I was having the most important discussion of my LIFE, or at least that's how I thought of it at the age of 14. A friend of mine, (I should probably mention here that most of the individuals I'd befriended in high school boasted of talents that many would deem questionable,) had somehow obtained the finalized script for the new Avengers film, (I didn't ask how,) and after meticulously examining and analyzing each word, we were politely debating the pros and cons of the film currently in its last stages of filming in the exact same location as where said questionable friend had just returned from enjoying his spring break. The polite vocal exchange altered dramatically when the topic of the films choice of villain arose.
Mildly knowledgeable about the movie Thor, (I had only watched it over three hundred times by this point,) I'd been delighted by the reintroduction of Loki as antagonist. Said questionable friend did not agree, and that's when things got heated.
"Are you kidding me? Loki's a stick bug! How is he going to take on the combined muscle mass that is the Avengers? Thor alone could just sit on him, and save the day!"
"First of all, he's got magic, dude. MAGIC. What he lacks in brawn he more than makes up for in skill, and second of all, muscle mass isn't the deciding factor of a winning side," I retorted.
"Right, because that bag of cats has any sanity left in him," my friend snorted. "The guy doesn't stand a chance."
"Just because he's slightly unstable doesn't mean he doesn't have a chance!" I argued. "He's wily, a strategist at heart. Plus, he's smart, AND motivated. He's definitely a force to be reckoned with."
By this time the bell had rung, signaling the end of lunch, and Ryan (my current conversation buddy,) and I had cleared out of the commons and were easing our way into the crowded traffic that was the hallway, all the while continuing to argue, I mean, discuss.
"So you're saying if you were in the film and you could choose which side to root for, you'd root for Loki? The villain?" My friend snarked.
I thought for a moment. "Yes."
"You'd root for the crazy freak." He rephrased slowly as if speaking slower would make me change my mind.
I nodded.
He seemed stumped for a moment. "Why?" I straightened up, using all of my five feet and four inches to try and look intimidating.
"Because," I drawled in my best Hiddleston impression, "I believe in Loki Laufeyson." And before I could even take in the dumb expression on my friends face, I'd glitched.
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