Every day we look into the mirror to shave, brush our teeth, etc., but when you look into the mirror does anyone recognize the image they see?
Not once in my life have I recognized the reflection in the mirror. I have come to associate the image with how others see me but I don't recognize it.
I know, it must sound odd but....
Does anyone else experience this? Does anyone know what this means?
I don't know. I do know that photographs do picture me as I see myself. A photograph is like a memory, an unreal one because it no longer is what it was.
I just started GROWING A BEARD. It is still only a few days old. In a short while I will probably not know WHO I AM then.. WOW, And I think I know MYSELF best of all. N3RF
Taylor I think I can relate to what you are saying. I have often wondered if I would spend a long period of time not seeing my reflection would I remember what I look like. For me it is not only my face but I also feel detached from my body. I live mostly in my head. I feel like the face and body are just packaging for a product. The product being my personality, thoughts and soul. Sometimes I feel like I am in the wrong package not so much as male/female but it has never been a good fit.
Another thing I have always felt was that life is so temporary. I have never prepared for the future because I never had a sense of future. I have felt like a shadow or something not quite solid passing among others. I see other people who are so grounded and functional and I wish I could be like them.
I do not know what causes these feelings. I do have a sense that if I could figure that out I would be able to get life in order.
tugon - after reading your post I think we're on the same page. When I see my hands typing or holding a cigarette it's like I'm a disembodied observer and not a participant.
The future? I can pretty accurately see things in the future for others but when I try to project into the future I can't see more than a couple of days. The future is like an opaque curtain.
Over the many years I have come to find very much the same thing. The male packaging that I see every day is in no way associated with what is within. It's only when I look into my own soul that I can truly see the person I really am.
Just one more reason that you can't tell a book by it's cover!
Last night one of the television news programs broadcast a piece about people who desire amputations. Their healthy whole bodies feel incorrect for some people. I never like the way that I look at the present moment, but I can accept older images of myself.
I know who I am now but it wasent always that way it has been quite a jurney but I am finaly happy.I am the submissive I have always been I just understand it now and my Lady takes very good care of her properety thank you.I have found to serve my Lady or my wife who ever it may be is my desire.
It's getting to the point that I hate to see pictures of myself. Mirrors lie better than pictures, which are frozen in time. With a mirror, one can shift his gaze or turn his head, finding a better angle, "Oh, I don't look so old."
Pictures, though, are stark reality: "Who the fuck is that old man? Shit, it's me." They never match the image I have of myself -- in my head, in my dreams. I'm much younger there. I'm still a kid there, 18, 20, 21, somewhere around that age, not the old man that pictures say I am.
