I barely look in a mirror. Haven’t in decades. Its not really that I dont like what I see, but I’m not interested in what they reflect. That might be worse.
I am often the wall flower: the person at a gathering that is overlooked, quietly ignored. The way I feel about not caring about the me reflected in mirrors, it seems to be an attitude that I also exude. Please ignore me. I am not here. I am the background.