Joseph
stared blankly at the mirror. He studied his reflection, every flaw, curve and
movement of his face. His Bathroom mirror opened into three sections. When he
opened them outward his single reflection turned into three. If he angled them
at a right angle he could see ten or more sides of his face as the reflections
bounced off of each other.
Joseph
stared into the sea of reflection, he could see every angle of his head and saw
literal sides of himself that he had never seen before. This is how he looked
to the rest of the world. Most people only see one side of themselves. A
straight mirror only shows you the angle you present. But while you look at the
ten percent of yourself the world sees everything.
The
reflections on the mirror all looked off in different directions, exposing a
piece of themselves. Then all at once, they began to talk. Each small
reflection spoke and loudly announced all of Joseph’s personal feelings. He saw
and heard the whole spectrum of what he was capable of thinking and doing. One
reflection recalled the time he was very brave and saved a cat from being run
over. While another endlessly spoke about that one time he was rude to that one
girl. The reflection added that Joseph was not only rude, but didn’t even
remember her name. All of his reflections spoke of random events, some
important and others not so much. “Why are vegetarians so stuck up? Isn’t that
baby cute? No, babies are gross. Man I should probably go to the dentist, I
wonder how much they cost. Did that guy flip me off? He’s dead!” the
reflections spoke.
Joseph was
getting overrun with a clash of ideas and memories. He closed the mirrors
halfway. Only his three reflections remained. “I just want to eat meat, screw
and maybe beat the crap out of somebody” said the left side reflection, and
then added a beastly growl. “I could read books and watch the rain all day and
maybe snuggle. Oh! I have an idea for something new to paint!” said the right
reflection. The middle reflection just stared hopelessly out, looking back into
Joseph’s eyes. “Who am I?” Muttered the middle reflection. Joseph closed the
mirror completely and took one last look at his reflection.
