Mirrors

Standing in the freezing cold, holding a pink mirror, I observed my facial imperfections and in a corner I could see Ian's face smiling at me. I smiled back and continued to move forward sticking my tongue out and making retarded faces misshaping my face. I couldn't help but think of my childhood when my friends and I would sit around in each other's mom's cars making these same faces and laughing. I thought of my family. My dad used to make faces all the time, when we were driving or just talking about stuff, my dad was a clown like that. This all made me even more homesick that I already am. I felt happy being silly like that and having someone doing the same thing to me. It made me feel accompanied, less alone, as in sharing a moment with someone. But thinking about it now, thank god this only lasted a minute or so. Cause this too reminded me of times when my older brother would make me feel stupid or immature about saying some things, he would make that face imitating me. This kind of ruined the experience for me, it turned a little annoying. But overall I enjoyed it. It brought back memories.