What prompted this short story was when my friend Tom and I were discussing how our looks have changed over the last 50 plus years.
I was walking past a shop window and I sneaked a look at the reflection. I saw someone there, but I did not recognize the figure. After a few seconds of just standing there staring at the window, I was forced to make again, my own acquaintance! Why is it that us older fellows no longer know ourselves at first sight?
I thought I still looked like I did 20 or so years ago and I assumed it was the real me. We kid ourselves, don’t we?
I told my wife about the reflection in the window and she just said, I was deceiving myself with my vivid imagination. I guess in our mind’s eye we just don’t see ourselves as others see us and we don’t want to!
When I shave in front of the mirror in the morning, I’m not shocked by my reflection. Why is that?
My wife says, that’s because I’m on autopilot in the morning.
This whole reflection thing has now triggered a sort of “identity crisis” between my ears. Who am I really?
Am I the person in my imagination or the person in the shop window?
I would hope I could always think I was 20 years younger in my mind.
But then, I’d just worry about WHY a young stud like me has got failing
eyesight, hearing, and falling hair!