I catch myself moving in her eyes. She blinks. The man who stared back out at me shocked me. I look deeper and deeper into the distorted reflection to see myself as she does. I'm hateful. I'm hateful because I don't value what she thinks.
It's not worth it.
This ignites several questions in my head. This is by no means an unusual occurrence, but for this one, I think one or two of those questions might not be useless, so here they are.
ReplyDelete1. What is the "it" that does not have enough value?
2. What is the "it" that does?
3. Why/how did it get to be so severe?
I ask this because hate is a very strong word, I think, and it implies a long series of events.
Anyway, now that all my nonsense is out of the way, I will say that I like this. I like that her eyes close when he's moving, like she has stopped allowing him to change in her mind. I like that the speaker recognizes that the reflection is distorted.
It seems such a momentous decision to be made so quickly, though. Still, it's not an unreasonable one.
I like that this seems universal and personal at once, and I like that it implies time and a relationship and depth in five lines.
Well. I wanted to write all that, but I couldn't figure out how. I was so tired and jacked up. So I wrote this. I'm glad you got things out of it regardless.
ReplyDeleteAlso, the irony of saying that e doesn't value what she thinks as he takes the time to see himself from her point ov view and then the stupidity of his blind acceptance of that fact when he says that it's not worth it.
ReplyDeleteThat's what I noticed, the fact that the speaker says that he doesn't value what she thinks and yet that's all he's talking about. (Girls do that, too, methinks.)
ReplyDeleteI think that's the basic reaction of everyone who thinks someone hates him/her.
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