I really don’t like shaving. In addition to being a pain it is the one time of the day that I am forced to look at myself closely in a mirror. What I see is an old man.
Don’t get me wrong. I know I am an old man. I just don’t feel like it all the time. I am healthy enough that it is easy to forget. That is not true when I am looking in a mirror.
I have never been one who needs to look in every mirror or shiny window to see if my hair is still in place. Who cares? Not me. My wife might but if she isn’t with me she doesn’t know and what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. When I catch an unexpected glimpse of myself in a store window or glass door I often wonder who the old man is. I don’t worry about his hair.
When the kids at school try to get under my skin by implying, or stating outright, that I am ugly I simply tell them, “I would rather be the ugliest person in the room because I don’t have to look at myself.”
I wear my age with dignity. I just don’t like to look at it.
homo unius libri
I often wonder how the image of my grandmother got into my mirror. I do not feel that old and am sometimes a bit surprised to see that I look every minute of my 70 years.
ReplyDeleteI like that way of expressing it. And to think that they might have felt the same things that we are feeling puts things in perspective a little.
ReplyDeleteGrace and peace.