It is not new when someone asks you if you saw yourself in
the mirror today. Most writers have used mirrors as a way to describe a
personal reflection of who you think you are and what you not. The diary has it
all about me in writing. We can’t fail to use repeated words…or else we will be
bored each and every moment we find ourselves and others talking of the too
obvious. What we can do is to look at a thing, think of a situation, and hear
of a word with greater understanding and increased thinking. It makes the
normal strange and the average superior. I can’t remember whom I was in the
mirror today even with all the many times I’ve seen my reflection.
On a scale of ten shillings, to what cash are you honest?
This is not a good way of communicating. It may either show my ignorance or
make you change your face. I was asking the number you would pick if I was to
give you a number line of ten points that reflect your honesty level. Some may
lie to this very point.
We all put on different faces when we are stealing, praying,
reading, thinking, wondering, working, listening, ailing, growing and even
sleeping. What about when we are in sex? Men conceive all manner of faces. This
is a bit strange…later please. We also have that teeth-pressing kind of look.
Eye contact, as the all-time honest way of reading people’s
hearts only takes the gurus to interpret the lies of one’s face. If I meet you
for the first time, I guess I know what your doubts are as I’ve also met people
for the first time. If I wrong you, I will have the rough idea of what your
inner face expression is for I have been wronged too. I won’t be too dumb to
think of it.
Each person at various moments put on a new face; blacks to
whites, the young to old, alive to the dead, the healthy to the sick and situational
to normality. It is often not what we like to see on social media where people post the best of their smiles and moments. They have more as many other moments to the known profile picture. Have you ever dated a skin glowing one over facebook and felt puking during the D-day?
The lies we propagated while infants through forced pretense to cries, cries that were immediately halted by the sight of a mammary gland nip, we took to changing our phases and voice tones- not to cry but have our ways out. Out from worse and even to more tragedy by the same wear.
Johari’s personality phenomena thinks that there is always
that part of you that you know I don’t know of yet there is always another part
you don’t know I know of. That is why people say things like: ‘I knew you were
going to say that; I can’t just understand you.’
It may not be generally rude to talk to people who are not
looking at your face. I would not want to look at you when the toothbrush is
your neighbour or when you are generally a bore. Children in their timidity
would rather have you talk as they play or run about. A direct look in the
face, if it comes from me, when you are blubbing, would see you want to slap
me.
The three deep wrinkles that appear on Trevor Noah’s face
during his comedy shows to display disgust rather than a killer face in action
movies mean much more than the words. Without moods, life would be rather
boring. To have a smiling face and enjoy its countenance you must have been
unhappy to have a melancholic boredom state. To enjoy one you must dislike another.
In some sense I mean; just as it in defining good and bad.
Back to sex, and only to people who would get interested to
have a mind juggle without feeling grrr, I request for your views. The pounding
heart stops –or beats harder- at the site of a damsel on the road when the walk
isn’t focused. Or when it is. It takes few seconds to have all my drooping and
tired body parts back to life in a few seconds. More oxygen in the brain and the face blooms.
The eyes can do what they can do best in collaboration with imagination.
The change of faces from light to dark, seriousness to more
serious, cursing to more friction, rising to more highest pitch, praising to
more worship, in black-out and the start of negative cursing, sweating to
releasing comes before any kind of regret and denouncing what previously was the
highest end to something you never want. I tend to think it is because of the
stealing nature we engage in. Do husband and wife feel same after?
Thoughts are subject to change- as are moods. Nothing is
permanent. Jealousy boils today and cools tomorrow. I used to think it is a sin to lust. I had not
read about ‘The Science of Lust.’ If it were not for lust, how would men get
attracted to women…who would marry them and continue life? In our various damn
faces there is goodness and badness alike.
When you have nothing to think about, think about such
things.
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