another from my archives...
Every Morning and Afternoon coming and going from work, I walk thru this hall that has mirrors ceiling to floor on one side. I find myself amused by the irresistibility of a mirror. People just cannot pass up the opportunity to look at themselves when walking by. Driven by self adoration, or insecurities or just the mere curiosity to see themselves once again, I’m not sure. But I do know it’s like a magnet. I personally have made it a point NOT to look at myself in these mirrors while walking down this hallway, but it was a conscious thing, I mean you see a mirror you instantly look.
So there are the different types of lookers, the ones who I would say I was more like prior to my conscious hallway mirror- looking personal boycott, these people see the mirror- look instantly -see themselves looking at themselves and that others might see them doing this and immediately look away but then sort of out of the corner of their eye watch themselves walk all the way down the hallway.
The next people are the shameless onlookers, they see the mirror and they immediately look into it, and watch with no shame, full on looking at their reflection as they walk the whole hallway, no emotion on their face just looking.
Then there are the people who watch and fix things, they start the hallway slouching a little, see themselves, straighten up, chest out, fix a hair out of place and maybe adjust something on their clothes by the time they end the hall they are all back in place.
Of course you get the people who really are oblivious to everyone else who see the mirror, stop in stride, walk over to the mirror and get up close and personal inspecting their hair, their teeth, their nose hairs!? I mean son of a bitch they do a thorough check, without a care of all the people who are walking by as they do this.
This is just hilarious to me, the nerve of some people, and just the impulsivity a mirror creates. I once spent a month in Africa, they do not have mirrors in their houses. Nothing to look in while doing your hair, and forget makeup and just hope for the best. When I finally did see myself in a mirror ( about once a week at a “hotel” we met in) it was sort of crazy, I just stared at myself, “hello me” We get so used to our own reflection, maybe a touch of narcissism- that oblivious or not people see a mirror and it’s like a fly to honey. Just had to share the relationship that people from around where I work have with this mirror hallway