Anonymous Confessions of the R.T.F.
Don’t hold the camera in front of your face DON’T HOLD THE CAMERA IN FRONT OF—aw, c’mon. No. There’s no way that’s a good picture. Just stop, okay? …You didn’t even turn the flash off.
[Every fucking day.]
Ooh, I am learning so much from this girl. Blush…like so. Eyebrows…there we go. Man, I wish I could write this shit down.
On your left. Car. CAR—
Oh, those are my favorite earrings! Does that mean it’s date night? Good for you. Y’know, I’ve been watching you for a while. You should do this more often. You deserve to be happy.
NYEEEEH! Haha, your expression! Carnival fun houses are the best.
[My friends all tell me to grow up.]
WHO’S A CUTE KITTY SCARED OF HIS REFLECTION? WHO’S A CUTE KITTY? WHO? WHO?
Dude. Are we flexing again? So hot. I wonder if you’re gay too. Probably not, but you never know, right?
[It’s not weird if it’s not what you really look like, right?]
Dude, if you ever bring a guy home, make sure to bring him in here. Might help me out, if you know what I mean. Do me a solid. Bro.
Did you just put your toothbrush on your nose? Pff hahaHAHAHA. You really are tired. Sheesh. Humans.
Ugh, can’t wait to get off shift. Restaurant scenes are the worst. Eating over and over again…especially on Special days. Those are the worst.
Bleah. 2:30 AM, really? I was sleeping, dang it, and you want to stare at yourself in the dead of night—ugh, fine. Here we go again. Poke. Poke. Prod. Same body as yesterday, no need to look so glum. Hey. Calm down now—CALM DOWN—
[And then they do it—they just punch the glass.]
Ugh, that’s gotta hurt. Look, you need help, okay? Call your friend. Call your sister—you have a sister, right? Yes, there you go. Tears are good. That means you’re processing again. Let’s get your hand cleaned up and back to bed. And don’t cut yourself on any of the glass, okay?
[Sometimes I really wish we could talk to them.]
I know you’re not throwing the pennies at me but I flinch every time.
When you smile I can’t help but smile too. I mean, not just literally—inside too. Something about how you get up every day and still manage the fortitude to stay kind, generous, and lighthearted. There aren’t a lot of people in this world who are truly good, who really mean it all the way down…but you’re one of them. And it kind of makes me want to be one of them too.
Sometimes a smile can make a big difference.
“R.T.F.” stands for “Reflection Task Force”.
This conceit is one of several ideas I got from a bit of Distilled Internet: #3 from a Buzzfeed post called “35 Tumblr Posts That Will Rip A Hole In Your Brain”:
sassyhorseradish: what if the only reason we can’t walk through mirrors is because our reflection blocks us
napoleonbonerhard: what if they’re protecting us though
what if they know the other side is horrifying and painful and they are trying to keep us from ever crossing over?
dan-is-not-on-phire: I must be on the wrong side of the mirror then
moonflowerlights: maybe you’re the reflection.
allthefandomfeelings: o_O [image]
We’ll see if I do any of the other ideas later.
Part of NaCreSoMo 2016.