Friday, February 08, 2013
His sagging face and body made him the perfect poster child for gravity - if gravity needed to promote itself with an aging, droopy child.
In a crowd, he would be easily spotted. Mainly, by his leopard-skinned clothing.
All I could do was stared back at him and his blemishes and wrinkles and drooping jowls and imperfections and spotted clothes.
All I could feel was contempt and nausea.
I really should stop looking at myself in a mirror.
Perhaps, I should wear make-up. I understand nothing does a better job than Sear's weather-beater paint and spackling compound.
Perhaps, I should dress in something less obvious. Camouflage comes to mind. But I can't find what I'm looking for. The material is that good.
Better yet, I'll just give myself an instant make-over ... by throwing away all my mirrors. Problem solved.
As long as I stay indoors.