The mirror of my mind

Mirror mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all?

The well-known line about a mirror got me thinking. I had been in three failed relationships and I wondered what the women saw in me.

True, I am physically handsome. I don't mean to boast, but I look a dashing figure. Look, I know it may sound like I am blowing my own trumpet, but surely you can forgive me my indiscretions this time.

Besides, why would anyone think that by looking into a mirror, they would get a reply as to their appearance? They can see how they look, but do they expect an answer?

This entire matter concerning a mirror really got to me. You know something has got your attention when it keeps you awake at night. These nights, I am well and truly nocturnal. For Petes sake, my sleeping habits are similar to an owl. The rhythm of my days and nights are all mixed up. If you were to ask me what day it is, I am more likely to tell you it is time to go to bed.

My quest for this so called mirror that can answer you back took a bizarre twist. It got to the point that I spoke to every mirror that I passed. The sight of me speaking to myself might look hilarious, but I was deadly serious. In fact, it got so serious that I bought every mirror that I could lay my hands on. You should see my bedroom now, it's a proper mirrors den.

Things took a pleasing turn. I got chatting to a girl at work and told her my fixation about mirrors. Intrigued, she decided to come and see for herself. Mind you she said, no hanky panky, I don't make it a habit of going to boys' bedrooms on the first date, she confided in me. You are quite safe with me; my hands won't walk, not until the third date that is, I replied.

I opened the door and multiple images of us bounced across the room. She gave a squeal of delight and jumped on me. Needless to say, we both broke our promises.

As you would have guess, we became an item after the above incident. Our mirrored life [excuse the pun] was filled with fun, frolic and dare I mention that word, yes, sex.

All good things come to an end. She ended the relationship one evening. Apparently, she had the second set of keys to the house. That evening she came in and saw me staring and talking to the mirror in animated tones.

She rushed up to me and said that I loved the mirror more that her. Of course, I protested my innocence, but she would have none of it.

She flung the keys at me, I ducked and the keys cracked the mirror.

Look what you have done, I said.

She stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

She was right, it seems that I loved the mirror more that her. I was so absorbed with myself, I did not see the beauty around me.

Did I really love me, or did I love my mirrored image instead of the real me?

I went to bed that night with thoughts of mirrors and many questions about life on my mind.

In my dreams, I saw that the way to see my real self is through the mirror of my mind.

For my mind does not lie and it reflects back to me my real self.

At last, I saw my real self through the mirror of my mind.

I am beautiful.

I am handsome.

I am unique.

I am strong.

I am a star.

I am the answer.

The ghost who walks