How Good Looking I Am

I caught another glimpse of myself in a mirror today. This was just after we were out to eat.

I had sat there in the restaurant feeling a little surly. I'm a nice person, but there's only so much of it I can take.

But I have this ingrown sense that I look better than I do, so as far as I know, the wait staff are seeing the same thing.

Then afterward, we're in the car, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'm reminded once again that I'm not near as good looking as I imagine myself to be. So that's what they're seeing, an old man with weird hair. Maybe graying side hair, I didn't look that close.