Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, Stop Laughing (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 20 2022	Views/Reads: 893/566	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes my sight is wrong and what I’m seeing is not reality. I discovered that God leads me down a path I’m unfamiliar with, and I can’t see the next step; I cannot judge how I’m going by my sight. I simply need to trust God.

As old as I am, and I expect to get as old as possible, I have noticed
that I see things differently than I did a few years ago. I'm not sure 
if my vision has changed or my perspective. But one thing is certain; 
something has changed. 

A lot of things are very aggravating in my life. When I think I got them
all lined up, I find something more aggravating than all of them put 
together. I guess that's just the way life is and there is nothing I 
can do about that. 

One of the most aggravating things in my life is the mirror in my
bathroom. 

I would like to know who it was that invented the mirror and I would
like to give him a piece of my mind, if I have any pieces left. A few 
things may be okay with the mirror, but my mirror is terrible from my 
current perspective. 

The other morning it dawned on me. I walked into the bathroom, glanced
at my mirror, and laughed. At first, I did not know what I was laughing 
at until I re-examined my mirror. 

That morning, the image in that mirror was the funniest thing I've seen
in a long time. 

There this person was, hair going in every direction, at least the hair
that was left, and wrinkles all over the face to such an extent I could 
not recognize the face. So I just busted out laughing for all I was 
worth. 

I guess it's good to start each day with laughter. If I'm having a good
day, I can measure it by my laughter. 

The more I looked at the image in the mirror, the more I began to see
something familiar. Then, all at once, I gasped and said, “Oh, my 
goodness. That's me!” 

When that dawned on me, I realized that either the mirror was crazy or I
was. For the record, I believe it was the mirror that was crazy. 

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I said to myself that nobody, I
mean nobody, could look that crazy even in the morning after a night of 
dreaming nightmares. 

I know some people, especially those living under our roof, believe that
the mirror is very truthful in its reflection. So what you see in that 
mirror is what is absolutely true. 

I don't think I'm the only one to suspicion the legitimacy of the
bathroom mirror. After all, it's in that bathroom 24 hours a day every 
day, so what does it do during all of that time? What is it seeing? 

Thinking about this, I thought it might be good to put some blinds on my
bathroom mirror only to use it when I want to use it. Who knows what 
that bathroom mirror is seeing all day long. So how do I know that that 
mirror has not crossed the line somewhere into crazyville? 

The thing that I thought about the other day was, is the reflection I
see in that mirror what other people see when I'm on the outside? I 
certainly hope not. 

That bathroom mirror is very judgmental. And by that, I mean, it only
sees me on the outside and defines me by my outer appearance. It 
doesn't see the inside of me, which would make all the difference in 
the world. 

I thought maybe I should talk this over with the Gracious Mistress of
the Parsonage; is my mirror lying to me? 

The danger of that is, what if she agreed with my mirror? What if she
told me that what I see in the mirror is what other people on the 
outside are seeing as well? 

Of course, it could explain why so many people laugh when they see me
coming. Up to this point, I thought they were laughing because they 


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