Daily Post Blog Prompt; You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?
I knew something wasn’t right the moment I woke up, but I was too lazy to find out. I brushed my teeth. I had a shower. I dressed up. I took a cup of tea. I still didn’t feel right.
One step out the door and everything got strange. It was a weekend, yes, but there just seemed to be too many people just there hanging around. Allan, a guy from across the street, never ever speaks to me but he stopped me and I heard the first ever words from his mouth; “Your hair. It’s messy,”
I instinctively raised my hand and patted it, then I realized things were very bad. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I was shoving my hand into a bird’s nest. Allan had already disappeared and I didn’t have the chance to say thank you before sprinting back inside, grabbing my wide-tooth comb and yanking at the kinks with a passion. For a second time I left the house for the supermarket, the weird something-wrong feeling still nagging at me.
Down the street a stranger tapped my shoulder oh so softly and told me I have a little speck of food on my lower lip. She smiled and walked away. I randomly ran my hand across my lower face, confused. It began to seem like I had walked out of my house looking like scarecrow on an evil mission.
Frowning, I watched other people, looking for signs that they were like me; that they were a mess too; that today was a royally awkward day for at least one other person; that I wasn’t going a little bit crazy. I noticed people talking to each other; talking much more than usual. People were standing in the streets straightening each other’s collars, arranging each others’ hair……..but mostly, complimenting each other! Helping each other! Smiling at each other!
So that was what was wrong……. People were not able to look fine on their own, they had nothing to tell them what they looked like today. They were being each others’ “beautifiers”. That’s it. I woke up and that reflective glass surface on the wall with beautiful wood adornments around it, that mirror, was not there.
I just had to tweet about it. Jeez, this was better than any zombie apocalypse end-of the-world whatever. Too late I was. I found #BeMyMirror, and it was already the craze. I didn’t know, or care, if this was a dream or reality, but I was going to head out and be someone else’s mirror.