I have a poor body image. I pretty much have had since I ballooned out to super fat like (as irony would have it) one of those poor bloated third world famine starved kids (nice one evolution to make a malnutritioned child appear bizarrely obese in that way).
I don't like mirrors as a result. My mental pic of me, kind of like a second life avatar I guess, is of someone with a normal build. But I is heavyset there's no doubt - and this is stamped home when I see myself in a mirror.
I typically take lifts when they're available - even if heading up one floor - because even though I walk 20 to 40 minutes everyday I have weak knees and a rubbery back and walking up stairs hurts.
But the flipside of this avoiding of physical discomfort is the fucking wall sized mirrors that seem to be installed in every fucking lift I go in.
What is the fucking point of the fucking mirror in the fucking lift?! Is it so people can scope out their appearance before they launch themselves into the work world? What about those people, like me, that don't want that?! Why can't I just drift through life without having to suffer what others do?!
It does not make sense. It's the fucking chewbacca defence of interior decoration.
I say yar boo sucks to lift mirrors. Cram it with walnuts Otis, Schindler and Kone.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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3 comments:
Sometimes I feel the same.
Although being a ghey and needing to check hair and stuff, they can be useful. Ironically, in my building at home the lifts just have stainless steel, and the lifts at work are so dark you can hardly see anything...so we should swap lifts I guss.
And your lifts work! Our building isn't even 12 months old and already they're breaking down.
Hell, the first week we moved into the building, someone got stuck in one for 15 minutes ...
Was that someone you ... :)?
Nah, I would have heard about that.
Yes please for swapsies.
It's probably a claustrophobia preventer or something having mirrors in huh?
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