Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I see someone else; not quite the me I was expecting. Sometimes I wonder what it is that other people, people in my daily life, see when they look at me.
I think that I must come across as something of a dragon to some people, judging by some of the private comments I’ve received following one of my more tongue-in-cheek posts: a woman who literally hates men or anyone who doesn’t fit in with her picture of people, of life in general. It’s a strange feeling, but one which, in our predominantly Internet-styled world is hard to avoid.
Until you actually meet a person, if your friendship or contact with them is exclusively online, a certain picture of that person, their character and looks, is built up which doesn’t meet with reality. It isn’t something that you can counteract in any way, this first or continuing impression; and I’m not sure that I would necessarily want to! It is, however, a strange feeling when you’re first confronted with the impression you’ve created in the eyes of another person.
Am I a horrible person? I don’t think so. Do I hate men or people who don’t fit in with my way of life, my ideals? Hate is too harsh a world.
Of course there are some people who I hate with my heart and soul, but here it is also just from the impression they have created through their pronouncements, through the impression they have created of themselves online or through interaction.
Regardless of what I write here, no matter how often I make fun of men – or women, for that matter – here, I don’t hate in a generalized form. I try to take each person as an individual, give them the benefit of a few doubts. I can easily hate what they may have to say, but the person themselves, the human being behind the words, could still be a loving, lovable person.
And then there are just days when I look in the mirror and decide that I really ought to go back to bed and sleep it off. But they are, thankfully, quite rare!
Love & Kisses, Viki.