THE THING IS
We’re At An Irreconcilable Impasse …
Mirrors and me.
We disagree on everything.
From Daily Grooming to What Looks Best and What Doesn’t …
“Does My Head Look Bigger Than My Butt In These Jeans?”
If you say so.
Pretty Much All Of It All The Time.
We Were Once Besties, Inseparable Mates …
We went everywhere together.
“So, How’d It Go So Wrong, Mick?”
Neither one of us was capable of telling it.
We Started Keeping Secrets From Each Other …
Lies. Lies. Lies.
We drifted apart.
Okay, I was unfaithful …
“Started Flirting With Other Mirrors.”
And, yes, it was unfulfilling.
Cheap. Shameful. Regrettable.
Too Proud To Apologize.
THE SAME OLD
It’s Like This …
I’m not about to Play The Blame Game.
Stoop down to that level.
Or, point fingers at who started it.
But, you should know …
“It Wasn’t Me.”
It never is.
We Can Be Insensitive … Disparaging … Meanies …
Staring at each other without saying a word.
As though we’ve never met.
Dead Cold Silence.
Uncomfortable Minutes Pass.
Waiting … Suffocating … Baiting …
The other’s first move.
At Precisely The Same Moment …
Two of many things We Hate To Admit we have in common.
Bad Timing and Bad Attitudes.
FOR THE MOMENT
Best Better This Way …
“We’re Not Talking.”
A momentary truce – My Idea By The Way – to appease the stubbornness and egregious slant in both of us.
So, what’s the point, if we can’t even Agree to Disagree?
My Mirror Watches Me …
Gloating. Smug as a bug.
Serious Side Eye.
How It Is …
“My Mirror Is A Bit Much – An Unkind Passive-Aggressive Bully – Poking, Prodding, Tormenting, Crowding Me … All Up In My Face.”
Not Cool, Carl.
An Innocent Lamb, I Am …
“A Baby Slice of ‘Aw, Shucks’ Humble Pie Trying To Get By, Thanks.”
Don’t you know.
A Couple Of Big, Fat Liars.
Is What We Do …
“To Conveniently Distort And Assuage The Burden Of Accepting A Reality That Is … To Dissuade The Multiplicity of Lies Cloaked In A Fabrication Of Truth Re-Imagined.”
Something like that.
Getting Bent Out.
Feigning Back At Me In My Bathroom …
Slouching in my barber’s chair.
Voguing at the gym.
The Bloody Bastard thinks it actually knows me better than I do.
We’ll See About That.
THE UNBEARABLE PLIGHT
Of A Recovering Narcissist …
Is Acceptance of One Universal Truth.
In seeing How Life Truly Is rather than crafting a pliable reality construed to best serve Self.
“Narcissists Are Masters In the Art of Self Delusion, Denial of Truth and Self Enablers.”
BREAKING BAD HABITS
Addiction To Self and Adoration Of Self …
Doesn’t come easily to hardened practitioners.
Praying at the Altar of Self.
The Antithesis of Self Love.
FUN FACT CONFESSION
Six Handy Dandy Times …
My Mirror Lied To Me.
And I Lied Right Back ..
In Its Face.
#1) MY FIRST GRAY HAIR
A Shallow Anomaly I Once Fretted Feverously About …
An Unspeakable Conspiracy Against Humankind.
I suffered Alone In Vain – In The Special Way – I Do Best.
“An Abomination Of All That Is Youthful And Virile.”
How could I have possibly sprouted A Single Defiant Strand of Silver?
Of course, some Nefarious Hater planted it there.
#2) OH, NO YOU DIDN’T
Take A Selfie Of Your Reflection …
Uh, yeah, I did.
few several way-too-many.
Bunches of them.
So, I could nail the wait for it … Perfect Pic.
In the Ugly Face of Vanity.
Gently, Inescapably … Aged With Grace …
Or whatever passes for dignity and eloquence these days.
Lines. Lines. Lines.
These beautiful blessed Lines …
“Reveal Much Of What I’ve Hidden And Mask What I May Never Accept.”
Etched by Fate.
Testimonial Scars Touched By The Love Of God That I Have Lived.
#4) THE FELLOW
Looking Back At Me …
Resembles A Guy I Once Knew.
Thought I knew from way, way back in the day.
Not sure if I miss him or not.
Want him back in my life?
“There’s Not Room In Here For Both Of Us, Bud.”
So, there he is.
Somewhere in there.
#5) SHAME THE BODY
Rock That Body …
About what’s it going to be.
How’s it going to look?
This Mortal Vessel.
Why Does It Matter?
Not Hazel …
I was corrected once.
Long time ago.
How could I be so wrong?
I didn’t know …
Not to see the color of my own eyes?
Don’t Help …
When Doubt and Fear Conspire.
To defeat us.
“Whenever We Fail To Recognize And Learn Our True Faults … Are Gifted Opportunities To Invite And Accept Faith Into Out Hearts.”
MISJUDGEMENT OF SELF
My Mirror Lies.
Reflecting My Lies.
These Are My Lies.
I Don’t Vogue.
Even when Voguing was a thing.
Was it ever a thing?
Looking at you, Madonna.
In The Mirror.
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