I stare into the reflective surface and wonder to myself, " Who the hell are you?" Then I realize, "Oh yeah, that's supposed to be me." The only problem is, I don't see 'me'. The man in the mirror is not the image in my head. The image in my head is of a man in his late 20's or early 30's . . . but there is an old man staring back at me. Who is this old man? I don't know him. Oh yeah, that's supposed to be me.
But something has happened to me over the last few weeks and months. I feel . . . okay. It's been a long time since I have felt this way. Usually everything is all Doom-and-Gloom. It's an ok place to visit from time to time, but most folks don't like to live in Doom-and-Gloom land. I, unfortunately, have lived there for far too long. One day, I took a look around and realized that it was just me. Doom-and-Gloom land had dwindled to a population of just one - me. Finally, I decided "to hell with it".
I like who I am now. I have fun being me now. I find I laugh a lil more nowadays. Smile a lil easier these days.
I stare into the reflective surface and say to myself (thank you SNL), "I like me".