Ever looked into a distant mirror without realizing it’s a mirror, and seeing a strange person looking back, only to realize half a second later that the strange person looking at you is you?
I did once. On a boat.
Once it happened when I was sick and tired and generally not having one of my better-looking days. “Who’s that ugly chick over there, and why is she staring at me?”
Oh.
Well.
I do whenever I dye my hair something new.
Yeah, after one of my biannual haircuts.
I’ve scared the crap out of myself like that in a dark house at night. (Who’s that backlit figure in my bathroom?)
Also in public, but I try to act cool…
Who dropped this “/”?
Oh yeah, me.
Er, every time I look in the mirror. When I do, I find that I don’t look anything like my internal conception of me. I find it peculiar, to be honest, that people talk of recognizing themselves in the mirror; I don’t think, if I ran into my hypothetical twin, I’d recognize him at all.
The back of my hand, on the the other…er, hand, I’d recognize in a split second. But face…nah.
Stranger
I did that when I got really fat. I hated to go to the mall; there were mirrors everywhere.
Now that the extra weight is halfway gone, I am starting to recognize myself again.
I walked around a corner at a JC Penney store and said “excuse me” to my reflection in a mirror.
Ha! I did that at a Hecht’s once. I think the mirrored pillars need to go.
When I dye my hair, when I once cut about forteen inches off, and if I forget I’m wearing a particular outfit or glasses, I forget myself. I’m a very forgetful person.
I was on a ferry once and walked about 10 meters to the exit from the room I was in, trying to evade someone who was walking towards me. He kept shifting right at the moment when I also did it. I only clued in when I hit the mirror with a big thump :smack:
I did once, but only for twenty minutes.
Ow! Stop throwing things!
I always get the strange feeling of amazement that there’s a connection between the thinking personality that is me, and what I see in the mirror. I recognise myself, but it’s kinda like I’m just a very close friend of the “me” in the reflection, and there has to be a bit of readjustment of the ol’ recognition system.
Dunno how else I’d look, though, if I didn’t have this bod and face. Anything else, I’d probably be scared half t’ death and expecting a scene to begin from Bodysnatchers.
I second that. I have no idea of what I look like; describing myself to strangers, I come up with very superficial descriptions.
Startled the hell out of myself a couple of months ago, when I shaved off my moustache, and then went into a darkened bathroom.
I was in a nightclub that was set in an old building and had lots of arches all around (Po na-na in Norwich), most of which were just blank archways where you could see through. Unfortunatly some where mirrors. On several occasions I looked round and thought ‘he looks like a complete tosser, oh wait, hang on…’
Heh.
What I find interesting is when you suddenly come across a mirror in daily life and realise what kind of expression you are wearing. I did that today - had a job interview, kind of stressed, got in the (hopefully future employee’s) building’s lift, which had a mirror on its back wall. A rather stern-looking young woman stared back at little old harmless me - did I do something wrong? Do I need a security pass, or something? Oh, it’s me with my Anxious Face.
Not in a mirror, but in a video of a friend’s wedding. We were watching the video a week or so after the wedding, and at some point the camera panned over the group I was with. I pointed out the big nose on one guy, and then realised it was me :smack: