My perspective of the mirror is forever changed.

Last night, I had a dream.

In said dream, I could see myself standing in an empty room, talking to someone.
I couldn't see who. There was something obstructing my view of the whole room.
But I was berating whoever it was I was talking to.

My one-sided argument was something like this:
"How dare you speak to me that way! I'm not putting up with this anymore! You have no right to talk that way about me. I deserve more respect than this. I will not tolerate this condescending attitude ever again. Don't EVER say anything like that to me again!"

However, upon this last statement, my view was panned around so I could see whoever it was I was talking to...

And all there was in the room besides me... was a mirror.

I was angry with my own reflection. With myself.

I will never look at myself in the mirror the same way again.

I will never be able to look at a mirror the same way again.