That mirror – it reflects on a level much deeper than other human eyes can see. That mirror throws back at you all that you see, all that you know, all that you know yourself to be, and the only eyes that see it are yours, mine, the eyes of the one gazing into the mirror. Objective bystanders see what they wish or want to see. They filter out the reality of your mirror, or maybe they don’t filter it out, and end up hating you, me. They hate you, they adore you, based on what they are hoping you are, not what we know ourselves to be. Either way, the mirror only shows you to you. It doesn’t lie, because the mirror is you, me, us.
On a lighter note, comedian Steven Wright said “I broke a mirror in my house. I’m supposed to get 7 years bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me 5.” 🙂
I fight with that constantly. My inner voice has me convinced that I am unlikeable, and when I find out that I am liked, I am completely surprised. For me, it comes from a childhood of listening to parents and authority figures insulting me and asking me to “be like your sister, brother, friend. . . “etc. When you’re convinced you’re a defective, bad person at an early age, it becomes a lifelong gift that keeps on giving.
“when we convince ourselves we’re defective”. i’ve gotto unconvince myself. and others who i may have helped convince as well about themselves. but it’s so much easier not to. work work work. plugging my ears to the world is so much easier.
The first, battle, was given, to them, between the three, to determine, the best. So, it was, the, Bulbasaur, versus, the Charmander.
Three-weeks, back, during our trainings. Shield, use your power! Abetting, to, the baby-blue. The enigma was unfolding, use, your, withdrawing, then, with your round shell, to spin and around, maneuver, agility! We’ll have to be extremely, lucky, with skills. The plan, was, to take on, these two, by surprise, and ultimately, be the best. Win, the award, and, peacefully.. advance.
Cowardice, rolls, the dice. Let’s see, what they’ve got. In eclectic, wearing, the, Squirtle, as a shell-pack, on their backs, and on the bike. Hey, man, you better not piss on me, back there. Let’s bag, this.
Charmander, let’s make the first, move! Use your, leer! An organized and well assimilated, action, to the middle of the arena, to take control. Green, and the Bulbasaur, gusted, right back, with their very own leer! As they both, now, throttled to the center, and straight at each other. The referee, was raising the flag, to their side, it was, Red’s, move, now, to make. Charmander, now, go fast, and as high as you can, over them, and get ready to light this place, on fire!
Charmander, let’s make the first, move! Use your, leer! In spur, shot to the middle of the arena. Green, and the Bulbasaur, surprisingly, gusted, right back, with their very own leer! As they both, now, throttled to the center, and straight at each other. The referee, was now, raising the flag to their side, it was, Red’s move, to make.
Charmander, now, go fast, then, jump, as high as you can, over them; and get ready to light this place, up, on fire!
Bulbasaur, now, use your! Seed-cannon! It was the perfection, depiction, like, some seen, out of an action-movie, and it shot, straight at, and precisely, before vertically, at the hovering, extended up above target. All, at the very same time, but before the referee’s flag could even stand back up, twice, from all of this enigmatic, transcending; Charmander, was abetted to, angled, in mid-air, at their suspended height, to use, ember! With strength, resulted, with a spiraling flip of their bodies, with momentum, to strike with their tails, that was bursting with flames, the launching in direct towards them.
I think love is deeper than what light can reflect. A mirror shows but a one-dimensional perspective, lost are the qualities and idiosyncrasies that are an integral part in the recipe of what makes one lovable. All too often we’re our own harshest critic, but it’s almost always not deserved.
love is sometimes blind. sometimes we don’t want to see what’s there. sometimes we’re incapable of seeing. usually it’s a mix a both- one hundred shades of grey.
Are we even supposed to love ourselves? What evolutionary benefit would that have served? I mean, obviously it’s not super adaptive to hate and cut yourself. But yeah… The people who promote self-love the loudest seem to be unlicensed therapists and self-help gurus with little to no scientific background.
I mean, when I look in the mirror, I’m not particularly attracted to what I see. But I’m often attracted to other people. I often like other people. Which makes sense, because life requires us to form relationships with others in order to survive and thrive.
I increasingly think introspection is totally overrated. I’ve met so many dim lightbulbs in my life who were perfectly happy and successful in the ways that is usually measured. They had a good romantic relationship, good friends, a job they were good at and enjoyed, etc. But they weren’t contemplative types. Unlike people on here, who often seem really bright and deep, but really sad. Recent developments in therapy also seem to point in the direction of less thinking, more doing as a tonic.
This isn’t aimed at you, more at myself and the more lightweight self-help wonks: Surely there’s a reason for the myth of Narcissus? Why would humanity consider that an important myth?
Yet modern society seems to be all about engaging in EXACTLY the behavior it warned about.
@cause-of-death-suicide
You asked “why do you think you need to be loved” and I don’t know if I need to be loved but I want to be you know? Doesn’t everyone want to be loved in some way? If I feel the need to be loved I guess it’s kind of for validation? Like, if someone loves me unconditionally, maybe I would finally feel worthy.
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That mirror – it reflects on a level much deeper than other human eyes can see. That mirror throws back at you all that you see, all that you know, all that you know yourself to be, and the only eyes that see it are yours, mine, the eyes of the one gazing into the mirror. Objective bystanders see what they wish or want to see. They filter out the reality of your mirror, or maybe they don’t filter it out, and end up hating you, me. They hate you, they adore you, based on what they are hoping you are, not what we know ourselves to be. Either way, the mirror only shows you to you. It doesn’t lie, because the mirror is you, me, us.
On a lighter note, comedian Steven Wright said “I broke a mirror in my house. I’m supposed to get 7 years bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me 5.” 🙂
Thank you, also nice quote :). Do you ever feel like you must be a bad person because how else could nobody like you?
I fight with that constantly. My inner voice has me convinced that I am unlikeable, and when I find out that I am liked, I am completely surprised. For me, it comes from a childhood of listening to parents and authority figures insulting me and asking me to “be like your sister, brother, friend. . . “etc. When you’re convinced you’re a defective, bad person at an early age, it becomes a lifelong gift that keeps on giving.
“when we convince ourselves we’re defective”. i’ve gotto unconvince myself. and others who i may have helped convince as well about themselves. but it’s so much easier not to. work work work. plugging my ears to the world is so much easier.
Chronicle, of, Blue.
The first, battle, was given, to them, between the three, to determine, the best. So, it was, the, Bulbasaur, versus, the Charmander.
Three-weeks, back, during our trainings. Shield, use your power! Abetting, to, the baby-blue. The enigma was unfolding, use, your, withdrawing, then, with your round shell, to spin and around, maneuver, agility! We’ll have to be extremely, lucky, with skills. The plan, was, to take on, these two, by surprise, and ultimately, be the best. Win, the award, and, peacefully.. advance.
Cowardice, rolls, the dice. Let’s see, what they’ve got. In eclectic, wearing, the, Squirtle, as a shell-pack, on their backs, and on the bike. Hey, man, you better not piss on me, back there. Let’s bag, this.
Green, and Red, was on the go.
Charmander, let’s make the first, move! Use your, leer! An organized and well assimilated, action, to the middle of the arena, to take control. Green, and the Bulbasaur, gusted, right back, with their very own leer! As they both, now, throttled to the center, and straight at each other. The referee, was raising the flag, to their side, it was, Red’s, move, now, to make. Charmander, now, go fast, and as high as you can, over them, and get ready to light this place, on fire!
Green, and Red, was on the go.
Charmander, let’s make the first, move! Use your, leer! In spur, shot to the middle of the arena. Green, and the Bulbasaur, surprisingly, gusted, right back, with their very own leer! As they both, now, throttled to the center, and straight at each other. The referee, was now, raising the flag to their side, it was, Red’s move, to make.
Charmander, now, go fast, then, jump, as high as you can, over them; and get ready to light this place, up, on fire!
Bulbasaur, now, use your! Seed-cannon! It was the perfection, depiction, like, some seen, out of an action-movie, and it shot, straight at, and precisely, before vertically, at the hovering, extended up above target. All, at the very same time, but before the referee’s flag could even stand back up, twice, from all of this enigmatic, transcending; Charmander, was abetted to, angled, in mid-air, at their suspended height, to use, ember! With strength, resulted, with a spiraling flip of their bodies, with momentum, to strike with their tails, that was bursting with flames, the launching in direct towards them.
Sometimes others see qualities that you yourself don’t notice.
me too, im struggling to love myself. tbh none of the people matters if they like u or not, it’s really about you loving urself.
I think love is deeper than what light can reflect. A mirror shows but a one-dimensional perspective, lost are the qualities and idiosyncrasies that are an integral part in the recipe of what makes one lovable. All too often we’re our own harshest critic, but it’s almost always not deserved.
hey night that’s a badass picture you’ve got there- pretty sinister looking. i love horror movies so i’m digging your look.
your eyes somehow look familiar to me. what made you choose that picture?
Love is blind.
sight involves depth perception or the lack thereof. it’s blind when it wants to be.
love is sometimes blind. sometimes we don’t want to see what’s there. sometimes we’re incapable of seeing. usually it’s a mix a both- one hundred shades of grey.
Why do you think that you need to be loved though?
Are we even supposed to love ourselves? What evolutionary benefit would that have served? I mean, obviously it’s not super adaptive to hate and cut yourself. But yeah… The people who promote self-love the loudest seem to be unlicensed therapists and self-help gurus with little to no scientific background.
I mean, when I look in the mirror, I’m not particularly attracted to what I see. But I’m often attracted to other people. I often like other people. Which makes sense, because life requires us to form relationships with others in order to survive and thrive.
I increasingly think introspection is totally overrated. I’ve met so many dim lightbulbs in my life who were perfectly happy and successful in the ways that is usually measured. They had a good romantic relationship, good friends, a job they were good at and enjoyed, etc. But they weren’t contemplative types. Unlike people on here, who often seem really bright and deep, but really sad. Recent developments in therapy also seem to point in the direction of less thinking, more doing as a tonic.
This isn’t aimed at you, more at myself and the more lightweight self-help wonks: Surely there’s a reason for the myth of Narcissus? Why would humanity consider that an important myth?
Yet modern society seems to be all about engaging in EXACTLY the behavior it warned about.
@cause-of-death-suicide
You asked “why do you think you need to be loved” and I don’t know if I need to be loved but I want to be you know? Doesn’t everyone want to be loved in some way? If I feel the need to be loved I guess it’s kind of for validation? Like, if someone loves me unconditionally, maybe I would finally feel worthy.