Vanity, Say Hello To My Friend, Vanity.

Today I had an interesting moment of reiteration; reiteration because it was simply another example of a long standing truth of which I have been well aware of for years. I was busy. I was in a rush. I had spent the normal amount of time getting ready in the privacy of my own apartment, but somehow that never quite seems enough. The car mirror check/final primping session always seems to follow. So as I sat at a red light on the constantly-crowded university parkway, I decided to flip open the mirror and have a little looksee. I zeroed in on a little white monster sitting on my chin almost immediately. Without thinking, my fingers rose to my face to get rid of the dirty little confidence killer. It was quick and simple; no big deal. I sat there for a minute, feeling slightly disgusted and ashamed of myself; like I had committed some social sin. I quickly glanced over to the car sitting next to me to make sure no one had witnessed my less than prideful moment. The lady in the car next to me was all hunched up in front of the mirror, foofing and fluffing and poking as well; far too busy to notice me. My mother always taught me, "Take as long as you want to get ready at home, but once you leave the house, don't focus on what you look like any more." Here's the moral of the story: In case you do, chances are everyone else is equally obsessed with themselves to notice your flaws.