[ WP ] A woman lives her life through a 3rd person point of view

Pamela stood up from her coffee, like she did every morning. She looked at her watch, making sure that the minute hand and hour hand made a perfect right-angled triangle before turning away. Tapping the edge of the coffee mug twice, then thrice on the sides in a triangular fashion, she was then ready to start the day without any breakdowns on the bus. 
 
 On the way to her workplace, she would always turn her phone on and do exactly four incorrect lock patterns before doing it correctly. Recently, her obsessions had become more and more of a problem. But Pamela did n't really care, because she had already done all the work she had to do. She had been playing around with the strange meditation techniques that her friend spoke of once, and had managed to get stuck in the third person's point of view. In fact, she had managed to take on the form of a voice. Pamela knew that, as the reader would read this, the voice in the reader's head would be hers. 
 
 She already knew concepts like `` me'' and `` I'' were too self-centred, and did n't lay way to the vast network around her of collective thoughts and minds. She was, as everyone truly was, aside of herself. Just outside of the box. Just on the corner of her own peripheral vision. And now she was stuck talking as though she was watching herself. 
 
 Because Pamela was n't just part of the story, she was the story itself. She had broken the realm of fiction and spilt into the words themselves. 
 
 Pamela was really bored waiting for you to reach this sentence.
