Residual Image

[Guest Anna_Banana]

Chalk it up to either spontaneous heating effects on the brain, insanity-induced hallucinations, or destiny.

I'm talking about reality. But not really "reality." I mean, reality: that which is really real. It first happened when I was walking to my car and a momentary flash overcame me. I saw an image of a person. Later, when I looked into the mirror, I saw a person that wasn't quite what should have been reflected. The person I saw both times was me, but it wasn't me. I felt that it was the real me that should be, but isn't.

You could call it one's "residual image," but even then I guess that's a misnomer. One's residual image is supposed to be what you imagine yourself to be, and yet the person I saw both times was not what I would imagine. But it felt real, and it felt right. I saw a very thing young woman, a waif if you will, wearing a yellow shirt and white capris. She had long hair that was braided in a pony tail down her back and she wore silver-rimmed glasses on her face. She wasn't gorgeous by any means; she was rather small-breasted and somewhat nerdy looking. The second time I only saw her face, but it definitely wasn't my face. Well, not quite anyway. It was, but it was different--feminine.

The first image was close to this "reality." Indeed, at the time I was wearing a yellow shirt and silver-rimmed glasses. But the pants were full-length jeans and the hair wasn't very long. The body frame was about right, yet it had a sense of elegance that I don't. While I don't know what it means, I felt it was the truth that should be. Or maybe, as I opened with, all an illusion.

.Anna

[Guest angie]

Mayhap it was your mind giving you a reward/incentive/reflection

of the woman in your minds eye.I used to dream of me,the real me.

Though to the outer world (he) was all that anyone saw,I got snapshots

of who I would turn out to be in the end.There was absolutely noway you

could see the little woman I have become.Not when you have huge biceps

and ripped ab's that have all melted away now.I called her, The Woman

in my Minds Eye,since only I could see her.Since taking my place,I no longer

dream of her,she is me and I am her.And he is gone forever.

Hugs Anna,

Angie

[Guest Elizabeth K]

Honey - it starts that way. Then it becomes a pleasant surprise. Soon you look and there you are - what you have always been, but never could see before, The old self-image in your head, that dreaded guy person - he begins to fade. Suddenly one day - you are what you see - a true woman!

Thats how it works.

Lizzy

[Guest angie]

The old self-image in your head, that dreaded guy person - he begins to fade. Suddenly one day - you are what you see - a true woman!

Thats how it works.

Lizzy

Yeah but there are days,when you still see him and it makes you wonder when will he

just go away for good.Self critical we are,no matter how well we pass.

Angie