Ego’d

I suppose we all view ourselves in a favourable light don't we. I do honestly have a low self esteem and this is something that has plagued me since childhood, but when I stand before a mirror and adjust my tie, I don't see my age, I see a handsome grown man smiling back at me.

Yesterday I was out with friends and we enjoyed a very pleasant afternoon in Keswick, at one point the cameras came out as we watched Chanade playing and I somehow ended up in a video.

I watched the video later when we arrived back home and was horrified to see this wizened old fart wearing my clothes. I looked like something that had been dug up!

Of course what we see in mirrors is enhanced by our egos isn't it, but seeing myself in photo or video is truly horrific, I hate it.

But how I appear to be differs from my opinion of myself, as when I dress for work I see a smart, crisp professional, but others see a half blind old fool who is as scruffy as he is demented. I think I am talented when in fact I am not, I think I am gifted when in reality I'm a dolt with an imagination, and I see myself as an empathic philanthropist when in fact I'm little more than a cabbage.

Self praise is no praise.

Nothing smooths wrinkles like an ego, and even though I may have facial features only a slug could love, my mirror loves me every time.