I’m definitely not going to talk about the type I have a love 30%/hate 70% relationship with. That internal dialogue will be saved for later post(s). Which will most likely be soon due to the fact that I’ve checked my fridge 4897 times today to ensure I still have food in there. I digress.
I’m gonna talk about the people kind. Yup.
People mirrors are those folks that come into your life to show you yourself. Sometimes it’s quick and easy: he likes this obscure musical artist and so do I! She reads old books she finds on park benches, too! NEAT. Easy peasy.
But some people mirrors are a bit funny; there is a reflection being shown to you, but the sun is in your eyes. The white light burns and you’re blinded, but you’ve decided that if I stay here a bit longer the sun will move. So you wait. You stand in front of them (or textually invest) a number of hours (days, months, years) before you begin to see what they have to show you about yourself.
I thought the whole point of mirrors was instant gratification? Like, I now don’t have to walk out in public with my dress tucked into my undies and risk an uncomfortable breeze because we’ve discovered that doing some science stuff to glass and silver can mitigate this. So why still do some people mirrors take more time to produce this image we may/may not be seeking?
Because we are complicated. We are not black or white. We are not this or that, we are this and that. The reflections are a bit like a funhouse mirror (I’ve never been to a funhouse in my life, though I’ve seen enough in the movies). The distortions flex and flop with our emotional state or sometimes we even close one eye in efforts to further conceal our sight line from our logical machinery. We don’t like what is in front of us, because, sometimes, reflecting is hard work.
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