Last winter break I went to a carnival with my family and then there was this mirror maze and I decided to try it.

I can't even tell you how many times I walked into a mirror.
Anyway there were some kids who were like around 7 or 8, I think, and they kept on walking into mirrors and crying and I was there laughing silently.

I probably looked possessed.

Until I walked into one. Again.

See, that's what you call Karma.