Tuesday’s lesson was one I’m still smirking about. If this
doesn’t qualify me for the dumbass of the year club, I really don’t know what
D and I were watching TV, and I decided to change my nose jewelry. In order to see how it looked, I took a picture of myself with my crackberry. Unfortunately, I missed my nose entirely, and instead got just my eyes. See for yourself:
I stared at myself for awhile, as if I’d never seen myself,
and passed the crackberry to D.
“Are my eyes really that blue?” I asked
“Ummmm… yeah. They are.”
Seriously… I’ve been looking at myself in mirrors for most
of my 44+ years on this planet, and while I obviously knew my eyes were blue I
had no idea they are as blue as they (apparently) are. So
you know I took more pictures. And every one of them revealed the same thing.
It didn’t take long for D to start truly looking at me like a freak of nature.
In reality, I felt (and feel) like one.
The eye color lesson continued yesterday, and into today
because I’ve had to have some photos taken—headshotty things to go with a
project I’m working on. And after a hundred or more frames, I really have to conclude
that my eyes are, in fact, far bluer, than I knew.
You might ask me how it’s possible that, nearly 45 years
into my life, I didn’t know about the color of my eyes. I can only imagine that
it comes from the fact that there are no pictures of me that clearly show the
color of my eyes. I hate (the understatement of the day) having my picture
taken, and I work really hard to deal with it as little as is humanly possible.
So that’s one reason.
The other is that I obviously see something when I look at
myself in the mirror that’s reflected differently in photos. Why that’s that
way is beyond me, but it appears to be so.
So now I understand better why the
occasional person will ask if I wear colored contact lenses. It’s always struck
me as a very funny question to be asked, but at least now I get it.
This being awake and aware...listening to my life stuff is quite a hoot at times.