OUROBOROS

I lied.

Ya know when you plan something, get super excited during the days leading up to it; on the aforementioned day of what should be spent in total jubilation: you’re nothing but a bundle of nerves, second thoughts and swirling anxiety.

Afraid to see your preplanned event from worrying start to the blissful end: afraid that you’ll inexplicably choke or freeze.

Or both.

Seems like the end of the world, right?

For me it is very literal.

Hey, this ain’t gonna be a typical walk in the park, my new/old mindscape roommates’ all have their lives quite  truthfully written out for them: scripted in media for others’ sense of “comfort and bridge of Living Eras of the people”.

Me?

Not so much. Until I fell tumbling down a time vortex-thing instead of my bed in my pajamas into a fictional fandom deity-icons convention.

Urgh!

This is confusing: my brain hurts.

Déjà vu is gonna be repeatedly smacking me in the face. Memories of my old/new life will be both a blessing as well as a hindrance.

So here I am, currently holed up in my home-office; trying to stave off a full tsunami of panic.

Which, I’ve only succeeded in is miserable failure.

This, sucks!

A major highway road full of speed bumps: I have absolutely no idea on where they are that I’m meeting them from their timelines.

Before?   Doesn’t sound right.

Middle?   Perhaps.

After their stories have already happened in full?

Seems like the most plausible scenario.

Too many factors to keep track of.

Not sure how this meeting will pan out.

Oy.

I’m not gonna take over their lives; they’ll merge into me in mine.

Wow.

Okay, if you read that out of context; it’d make absolutely no sense.

Heh. Heh.

Hopefully I don’t freeze up when talking to them, I’m not a major people person; it takes me a while to open up to new people.

Finding common ground is a must.

So, use the topic of hobbies/ interests after introductions to break the awkwardness.

It also depends on if they’re all informed of the current situation.

Knowing Clockwork; that’s a definite yes!

Calming down a small margin, my mind is a swirling whirlwind of emotions.

Threatening to submerge me under.

Just like the Part 3 of X-Men ’97 Finale: just without the trauma in the form of cold ocean waters and the outside threat of dying.

And not being an emotional gut-punch!

Also because I’m in my dry office and not in my mind.

But getting me hyped up for the rest of the subsequent seasons of the reboot!

Smiling at those happy thoughts; my mind swiftly returns to why I am in here in the first place.

Oh, right.

Panicking!

Wrapping my arms around myself in order to ward off the non-existent chill.

So, not, encouraging.

Grimacing, I shake myself in an effort to loosen my tense muscles and also clear my for now; uncrowded soul/mind/body.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, standing up I trudge towards the door; grasping the cool metal doorknob twisting I pull it inwards.

Time to face the music.