The Mirror Man

Do you ever look in the mirror and hate what you see? Not necessarily because of your looks, although those may also play a part, but because of what that person looking back is. We're not used as people to be looking at our own faces for long amounts of time, but when you have the occasion, just to take a deep long stare into a mirror, or a particularly reflective glass window, you just stare. Blankly stare. You know who you're looking at, in fact, you may know it way too well or maybe you may not know at all. Those feelings are what I'm referring to. Seeing your reflection makes you reflect, ironically, upon yourself. Who is it that you're staring at? What does that person mean to you? These and many other thoughts may show up in your mind, some days they may be good thoughts, some others they may be terrible. I had one of those terrible days. I won't go into detail, for the sake of keeping my own privacy, and protect all other parties involved, but staring back, was the person that I hated the most. His actions were deplorable, and his words much the same. He didn't look particularly good, and had the same old idiotic 90's videogame themed T-shirt on. A buffoon that didn't amuse with laughs, but concerned his audience with sad attempts at comedy and a pitiful act.

What a horrible, horrible person. Not irredeemable perhaps, but nevertheless unlikable. In his heart, he wishes for compassion, understanding and to make ends meet with whoever he may have wronged or harmed, but the fool knows how unlikely that may be. Maybe one day that same fool will appear differently to its viewer, but that day, unfortunately, doesn't seem to be anywhere near sight.