Mirror

When, exactly, did I turn into this person? I don't remember it happening. He looks sort of shifty, that one. Hiding something, I'd bet. All that hair, and a beard like that... Well, it looks like he's ashamed to show my face. Doesn't look trustworthy. That much is obvious.

Why are my eyes so red? If I didn't know better, I'd say I was stoned. They look sunken, and the lids are kind of puffy. Whoever I am looks like he's been crying. Could I have gotten high and cried without remembering it? That seems like an awful lot to be unaware of, but then the beard sort of just happened so maybe anything's possible. Sure looks like some kind of hippie stoner, anyway. If not that then some kind of outcast, refusing to fit in with anything. Pasty twerp, too. Probably never played a sport in his life.

Even looking past the obvious displays of dark beard and hair, this looks like an unpleasant sort of guy. Angular, lengthened face made for sneering and glares. Happy smiles do not look natural on this sort of face. The grin becomes predatory, wicked. The overall effect would be downright sinister if not for the tiredness. The weary lines of disinterest sagging the features downward.

What a nasty, pale, hairy, aloof loner I must be.