Tuesday's lesson

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 will.

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 incredulously.

“Ummmm… yeah. They are.”

WHO KNEW???

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.

Have you learned anything like this about yourself further into your life than makes sense? If so, would you share with me so I can at least feel like I'm not alone in my dumbassness, dumbasshood, dumbassiosity?

This being awake and aware...listening to my life stuff is quite a hoot at times.

Comments

[Janey]

I don't think it's being "dumbassed" in as much as it's we don't observe ourselves as much as we do others. For years I thought my eyes were brown and it wasn't til I moved to VA and was doing my makeup and I took a good look at my eyes to see they were hazel (more brownish green). Shortly after that I had gone home and noticed my younger brother's eyes were just like mine. I think there are just certain things we over look because we are too focused on other things?

[~nks~]

There isn't an ounce of "dumbassiosity" about you AND you have amazingly beautiful blue eyes!! :)

[Anastacia]

Janey--You may be right about that!

~n~...You're a bit biased. I love you, too! :)

[LLE]

Geepers, creepers, where did you get them peepers? Geepers, creepers, where did you get them EYES! Truly Electric Blue!! Made all the better when they smile....