That the most thunderous moments of self-realization, or the truest instances of being at the very edge of reason frequently occur in front of a bathroom mirror?
Rather curious, don’t you think?
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13 comments:
you mean like"holy shit, who's that old fat lady in my bathroom mirror?"....like that?
Granny- Well I reckon that particular moment is just around the corner..
Oh,you mean like,'Why am I shaving my grandfather's face"
especially when there's a lot of natural light to unmask my imperfections.
Sling & Billy- well I really meant the more metaphorical variety.. but yes that other aspect does tend to add insult to injury.
There's a reason I took the bulb out of the bathroom light fixture, and it has far less to do with my desire to avoid self-realization than the fact that I'm a thousand and two.
strange but I find I do my best - and worst - thinking in the bathroom - either on the throne, in the shower or standing in front of the mirror's full glare. Its also where I've had a few very startling revelations and I don't mean that fine network of lines around the old eyes.
Oh that bathroom mirror and I do not get along. I keeps showing me some old lady.
I think I know what you mean. Maybe it's something about looking into your own eyes that makes you think more deeply or have a keener awarness?
Or on the toilet. But those are details not meant for sharing.
Doralicious,
I know exactly what you mean. I think we have all had those moments of looking into our own eyes and saying things like "Is this the life I have chosen?" Is this what I am, am I in the right relationship, Have I lived to my potential, am I true? So many good and bad things look back at us in mystery, colored with both confidence and doubt, shaded in all kinds of colors that make up the iris and pupils staring back at and into us. It gets even worse when enhanced with hallucinogens, as I remember from younger days, and I highly discourage that particular "journey" into self. It starts with that outward appreciation or discouragement that others on this thread have mentioned, but it goes much further than that, doesn't it? I find it much more appealing to view myself in the eyes of someone I care for, and that loves me right back. Their mirrors are much less critical and unforgiving. I will happily stand before you and serve that purpose, for you are so much more than the description you allot yourself. You need to know that.
Jeff- You explained the math to me once- but I mentally blocked it, since it makes me like a thousand and fifty some such.. Oh, and don't make me come out there and beat you boy for talking like that.
Wills- And there you have it.. I've often wondered why truthfully.
sage- Ahem.. see my comment to Jeff girl, I'll put you on my list too Missy.
Citizen- To a great degree, yes. And often (with kids) it's the only moment you can actually be alone.
Hat- Thank you for restraining yourself dear. Really.
Tater Bug- Have I remembered to tell you this week how much I love you?
Yes. Or driving in the car alone. There's something unsettling though, about having your Self look back at you, just at the moment of revelation. I prefer the car.
Similarly, have you ever noticed that the most extreme moments of rage and despair seem to happen in front of the full length dressing room mirror?
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