Wherever you go,

there you are.

Ain't no way around it. I made peace with that long ago, so it doesn't bother me to encounter myself anymore. Sometimes I even look forward to it.

I have to wonder, though, how some people deal with it. They probably have no idea who they are, reflection being toxic to the venomous, but I do, and I can't help but pity them. Must be a bitch to keep running into the same asshole over and over again.

Or maybe not. Unlike the back, the front of the mirror often shows you what you want to see.