Looking Glass

[judeee]

We use it every day, and probably don't realize how much it affects our lives. It tells us a lot of things. It tells us if we fit in. It helps us make decisions. It influences our mood more than PMS. Yes, it's the mirror, "a surface capable of reflecting sufficient undiffused light to form an image of an object placed in front of it. Also called

Comments

[chaming_char]

wow, very deep. i just remember asking u if u were wearing ur pj's again in chem class first period every other day. but why care about other's ppls perspective? if u feel confident after that 'image-check', then it's fine. why bother impressing others when u feel good about urself already? the mirror is very time consuming i must say. makes people critisize about themselves before they go out, and IF someone else comments u when u go out, that's double the critisism.

is image that important? it's just 'the look' and 'the image' you give people. a mirror can't reflect what's in the inside can it? i guess not.

[judeee]

HAHA! Oh yes! You remind me! I remember, in highschool, I was always late for school, and wore my PJ to class, because I always wake up late and never have the time to match my wardrobe! LOL

[bluepenguininc]

its a good question, but its human nature to feel satisfied about one's look. We use the mirror to feel good about ourselves. The only thing we can hope for is that the people that you call your friends just want to have a good time. They look beyond the outer case that cover us. Critism comes from assholes - forget them.

[judeee]

You realize that sometimes, when you're out with your best friends, you are not aware of their appearance... For example, it makes no difference to me whether Charmaine straightens her hair or wears glasses on days I see her, because I don't mind the way she looks, but the way I feel when I'm out chilling with her.... agree no? For me, this is also true when I'm with my family... I don't care how they look... just the way I feel when I'm around them!

[chaming_char]

*props* man...that's why in front of you, i dun need to hide anything. u see my manly side all the time. friends don't care how friends look, it's the feeling and the things we do together that counts. (that sounded somewhat dirty, but u you know what i mean). you don't need to look your best, unless it's at a job interview since first impressions are important...but when u're just chilling, no need to dress up baby! who cares how ppl think of you, ppl who judge are prolly people who are ugly themselves. (whoops, that was mean)

[judeee]

yep yep! *Props*
But seriously, it's true...! (wei charmaine, i'm looking for History IV recordings, do u think u have any of the following?:
- Piano Concerto in G, K453
- The Marriage of Figaro
- Piano Sonata in C-, Op. 13
- Piano Quintet in D+ ("Trout")
- The Coronation of Poppea
- Dido and Aeneas
- Cantata No. 80 (Ein Fest Burg ist unser Gott)
- Brandenburg Concerto 2 in F
- Water Music
- The Creation
- Symphony 104 in D (London)

[adaissmelly]

"So why do we even look at ourselves through the mirror, if our own perspective of ourselves doesn't count?"

A lot of us have a self-concept where we think we know who we are but quite often, we need reassurance from other people. Not many people are able to have a firm understanding of themselves without the input from other people. So that's where the mirror comes in handy. Through the mirror, we are able to see what we think others see of us. But of course, our view of ourselves is usually a little too good (or a little too bad). So that's where the problem is. We think we know what others see, but in fact, we're blinded by our own view of ourselves.

(There's a part of the brain that serves for mirror-imaging lol And this area activates whenever we look into a mirror and see ourselves (or someone that resembles ourselves very much). "Mirror neurons")

[judeee]

Oh, Ada the Neurologist/Psychologist.... It's true that for MOST OF THE TIME, our own perspectives of ourselves don't match with other's perspectives of us. Perspective... hmm...