Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
Author's note: this was a writing exercise for a creativity workshop. Words were dictated and we had to incorporate them into the story as we wrote it, so some may feel a little forced. All feedback is very much welcome!
There was no greater difficulty for Randy than loving himself. It was something he'd struggled with all throughout his life and he continued to struggle with. This personal conflict seemed to him both monumental and trivial at the same time. One day he couldn't take it anymore. He decided to face the danger head on and try to run away from himself. He left his house with no luggage to weigh him down and he ran and ran and ran. But alas, his deliberate attempt to escape himself was futile. He was always, somehow, still there. Still himself. Randy was surprised upon realizing that running would not work, so he decided to stop and do the opposite. He decided to consolidate his feelings and confront himself. Facing the mirror formed by the still waters of a lake, Randy looked at his reflection and yelled: why are you this way? Why do you lack all intuition, kindness and intelligence? Why are you such a limping, disgusting, blubbering, pathetic sack of shit? Why? I hate you so much!" he screamed at his reflection, "why are you so goddamn lame?" His reflection smirked and whispered, "to you."
Randy was flabbergasted. At that moment he realized that he was only all those things to himself. And therefore, he could change, because his opinion of himself could change. Randy was filled with immense happiness, and walked back home smiling. All was well.