There is a thought that constantly enters my conscious, about how it is that we affect those we interact around. How it is they see us, what it is that we bring into or take from their lives. Much like Jimmy Stewart’s character in “It’s a Wonderful Life,” we don’t see how our character can change the course of those lives we connect with daily, for both the good and the bad.
Do the ones we think we’ve hurt see it the same way? Do those we think love and care for us really feel the same, or is it an illusion that we create in our minds? Would they miss us terribly if we were gone, or would they even notice after a small amount of time? There are moments I wish people would just tell me everything they think about me, as if i’m sitting through my own Wake, having the chance to say the things they never go to beforehand. I realize the morbidity in these statements, but there are moments when I need to hear those words, and yet, at the same time, terrified the perceptions will be so different from what I assume, that I cannot bridge that gap.
Are we the person we think we are? Or are we seen as someone completely different? I’ve heard people talk about how much good they do, or try to put into the world, but the world only sees them as selfish or misunderstood. Others who assume they are worthless and a burden to all who are around them, but are seen as a kindhearted person who everyone wants to be around.
Our perceptions of ourselves and the perceptions of everyone else are often so different. The shy person gets called hateful or stuck up because they don’t talk in crowds, the social butterfly a player or flighty because they must work the room.
Perceptions are our own. Sometimes they are correct, others completely wrong. What the mirror shows, and how the others see the mirror are often different. Welcome to the funhouse guys. Let’s see what mirror we all stand in front of.