Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Dear Destinynet,
Let me tell you about THE PROGRAM. Yes, the time has come.
I'm back in the master class, and this six weeks we are focusing on competition and achieving goals. As such, we are competing with the other members in the class. We have fifteen goals that we are all trying to accomplish and the student that completes his or her goals to Jeffery's satisfaction receives a prize. In addition to accomplishing goals, we also have to structure our day, setting a bedtime and a time to get up in the morning. We have to meditate twice a day and journal before going to bed. Also, we have to clean our living quarters daily.
Behold, THE PROGRAM!!! [Timpani Drums]
What? So I carry around a set of timpani drums? That's my prerogative. As an American citizen.
New subject.
Recently, I've started to realize that a good number of my friends from high school and college are married or in the process of getting married, and while I am very happy for their good fortune, I am also, simultaneously, filled with bitterness.
Count me among the almonds.
How is it that these people are getting married, and I can't even get a date? What is their secret? And why aren't they sharing?
New subject.
I have recently discovered that my mother loves mirrors. She has them everywhere. Almost every room in the house has at least one larger mirror. Her bathroom has three. For me, this a challenge. Daily, I find myself walking through the house, standing in front of these mirrors, and admiring my reflection from different angles.
I really confuse myself.
How is it possible to have both a negative and positive sense of one's appearance? My formative years must have really damaged me. Let's see. I was chubby in middle school, lanky in high school, and I don't know what I was in college, but whatever it was, it didn't get me any dates. Now, I'm downright sexy. I've heard this from others, and now I have 50 mirrors that verify this. But even though I love my appearance, I'm still single and it makes me feel unattractive.
I guess I like how I look, but I still don't feel like I'm good enough, because if I were truly attractive, then attractive guys would want to date me, and that isn't the case, so I feel compelled to obsess over my appearance, and as a result my excessive vanity is a direct result of my negative self-image.
Hmm. Maybe it's not so confusing after all.
New subject.
I've found myself noticing a new part of the male anatomy: the bicep. I find myself comparing other biceps with my own. Why? See previous subject.
New subject.
I'm hopeless.
Completely and utterly,
Navaris
Let me tell you about THE PROGRAM. Yes, the time has come.
I'm back in the master class, and this six weeks we are focusing on competition and achieving goals. As such, we are competing with the other members in the class. We have fifteen goals that we are all trying to accomplish and the student that completes his or her goals to Jeffery's satisfaction receives a prize. In addition to accomplishing goals, we also have to structure our day, setting a bedtime and a time to get up in the morning. We have to meditate twice a day and journal before going to bed. Also, we have to clean our living quarters daily.
Behold, THE PROGRAM!!! [Timpani Drums]
What? So I carry around a set of timpani drums? That's my prerogative. As an American citizen.
New subject.
Recently, I've started to realize that a good number of my friends from high school and college are married or in the process of getting married, and while I am very happy for their good fortune, I am also, simultaneously, filled with bitterness.
Count me among the almonds.
How is it that these people are getting married, and I can't even get a date? What is their secret? And why aren't they sharing?
New subject.
I have recently discovered that my mother loves mirrors. She has them everywhere. Almost every room in the house has at least one larger mirror. Her bathroom has three. For me, this a challenge. Daily, I find myself walking through the house, standing in front of these mirrors, and admiring my reflection from different angles.
I really confuse myself.
How is it possible to have both a negative and positive sense of one's appearance? My formative years must have really damaged me. Let's see. I was chubby in middle school, lanky in high school, and I don't know what I was in college, but whatever it was, it didn't get me any dates. Now, I'm downright sexy. I've heard this from others, and now I have 50 mirrors that verify this. But even though I love my appearance, I'm still single and it makes me feel unattractive.
I guess I like how I look, but I still don't feel like I'm good enough, because if I were truly attractive, then attractive guys would want to date me, and that isn't the case, so I feel compelled to obsess over my appearance, and as a result my excessive vanity is a direct result of my negative self-image.
Hmm. Maybe it's not so confusing after all.
New subject.
I've found myself noticing a new part of the male anatomy: the bicep. I find myself comparing other biceps with my own. Why? See previous subject.
New subject.
I'm hopeless.
Completely and utterly,
Navaris