Before reading this..go back to ur bedroom mirror and check if it's inverted up side down or right side up!
That's the trick!
The note that u're all waiting for won't have an effect if u didn't bother urself to check ur bedroom mirror.
Allow me to tell u what u just saw while checking or pretending to check in order to go on with the note and get to the point :)
You saw You...Yourself
The Lacanian Mirror theory (according to Lacan..google him for ur own info lol) says that u have just seen ur perfect image
exactly...that's why when u face the mirror, u keep moving and chasing urself
fixing ur hair
checking ur body..lost weight...gained weight
nail polish
muscles
hips
lips sticks
beard
gel or no gel
boots
Diesel
Zara
We spend hours in front of the mirror just to reach the perfection mode...! We reach the moment when we find ourselves singing Queen, "I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings...I have no rivals, no man can be my equal".
Just as the rhythm fades away...one more look and u scream out:
I LOOK LIKE CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!
colours r not fitting
head scarf is not done right
my jeans is not tight enough
hair sucks
beard needs shaving
yeah it's a boy/girl thing...it's human nature
Hesitation comes from within...not from ur image in the mirror. Ever thought of reading or watching the Hunchback of Notre Dame!
It's very allegorical...we all have the beautiful gypsy Esmeralda or the handsome Pheobus in our mirrors, but we all hide our Quasimodo, the ugly featured hunchback, deep within!
Loved by all the wrong people...because they all look at ur pretty outside, neglecting the shit u're concentrating on inside. U wish upon a star but when u reach out to grab it...U step back...u dare not touch it, u're a 100 pure Hunchbacked Quasimodo, free from all fake self-confidence juckies!
U feel ur inferiority!
This inferiority that lingers around all the dusty surfaces of ur psyche!..U cave in, because u're scared to risk...u tie ur hair...FEAR!
Rejecting ur fearful situation...u start building walls...creating a case out of urself...out lifting the tragic hero that sleeps in the moors of ur rusty soul!
start destroying urself
complicating ur sub-conscious with those hideous traumas of "I'm always stuck in shit"
The pleasure of self-destruction
It's a talent by the way..like when u drag urself to hell till u vomit..u vomit simply to tell all about it..U want to believe it's serious...it's worth it..u're hitting the bottom...U R A CASE
To scream out in ur friends and parents' faces, "U'll never feel what I feel..u don't know what it means to lose control"
Yeah..I AM THE QUEEN/KING OF MENTAL DISFUNCTION
lol
Get a grip...drink some coffee...we're all lonely and frustrated
All I need to tell u ladies and gentlemen is that I believe myself to be both the Beauty and the Beast...yeah...it's a package, two in one...By the way, it's a package for life..so take it or TAKE IT
That was simply a 180 degree angle...now start re-inverting the mirror
Zara
Diesel
boots
gel or no gel
beard
lips sticks
hips
muscles
nail polish
checking ur body..lost weight...gained weight
Fixing ur hair
PERFECT!
Welcome home..that's 360 degree angle...now go back to ur bedroom, invert ur mirror, drink some coffee, eat some sushi and forget it all ;)
