March 28, 2013
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I looked in the mirror today and I realized I did not know the person looking back at me. It was strangely fascinating to have that moment where you stare into your own eyes and realize you’re staring at a complete stranger.
I did not recognize her face.
Her eyes were foreign to me.
Her body was a mystery, even as I buttoned her blouse, I wondered what the rest of her was like.
Her hands copied my movements but I could not feel it. I felt disjointed.She looked at me and sighed and turned and walked away. Silently, I followed.
Comments (10)
Very good writing. I feel the same way sometimes. Who am I? I know what my wife thinks of me, but is that me? I fell like frank is trapped inside and cannot get out. i am mostly aware of my failures and weakenesses.
Wow, what I could say to that. WOOOOOOO. I think I’ll just say, hope you and her get together later for drinks.
Very good I have days I also wonder who is looking back at me
I’m sorry if you feel this way. I understand it.
It is beautifully written…full of emotion. Wow.
There are days I don’t even look in the mirror longer than need be, because I don’t want to see her.
HUGS!!!
I have the same issue with mirrors and have tried my hardest to remove them from my house
I see the face of my mother.
Every morning when I shave I go through that. The way you expressed it was very nice.
*unbuttoning
I’ve never quite felt like that, other than that one incident of road rage. I hope you feel better soon. That is great writing too, almost like the introduction to some story.
This is nicely written. It’s a great word picture. In fact, it’s almost so good that I want to resist the temptation to troll you….
almost
This chick in the mirror, is she single? Got some digits for me?