The Mirror Lies: Guest Post from Sam Knight

They say the mirror doesn’t lie.

I’m here to tell you that it does.

It takes time to realize it, it takes time to even be ableto tell, which means many people never see it on their own. So, I will showyou.

Unless you don’t want to know. In which case, you shouldturn back now…

You were warned.

Most people think of mirrors as a reflection of what is, butthey are not.

For starters, if they were accurate, the term “mirror image”would be meaningless. But we all know that it means “opposite.”

It doesn’t just mean “reflection,” or we would use that terminstead, wouldn’t we? “Reflection image.” Doesn’t that feel so much moreinnocent? So much less… sinister?

That’s because,although reflections are distorted, they aren’t lying to you. You can tellthey’re not perfect. You can see the ripples, the bends, the twists, and youknow them for what they are.

There’s a reason why “fun-house mirrors” show up in thehorror movies and why other movies have characters stare at themselves in thetwisted images coming out of the fun-house mirrors while dramatic music playsand time slows.

Those mirrors, which are made of the things whosereflections we trust, are lying and we know it. And it bothers us. It bothersus deeply to know we are being lied to by the things we think tell usthe truth about ourselves.

But how many times have you primped and dressed in front ofyour trusty mirror only to have someone tell you that you look fine when you’resure you got it all wrong? How many times were you sure you finally nailed itand looked cooler than the Fonz and Pinky Tuscadero rolled into one only tohave someone laugh at you, because you looked like…the Fonz and Pinky Tuscaderorolled into one?

The mirror lies. It lies because there is more than itshows, and it shows less than there is.

The truth is always more.

A lot more.

And the mirror can never show all of it.

Now that I’ve shown you the easy ones, the ones you can livewith, let’s fall into the abyss together.

Because even if the mirror could show all of it, youcouldn’t see all of it.

When you reach a certain age, you will have photographs youlook at, to help you remember, to help you reminisce about the way things were.About the way people were. About the way you were.

As the years go by, and you look at the photographs, theydon’t change. They don’t lie. They stay exactly the same. Sure, they may fade alittle bit. The colors may tarnish. But then, so does your memory, and that’sokay.

Until one day, you look at a photograph that you’ve beenlooking at for years, and you don’t recognize it anymore. You do, but—youdon’t. You recognize this is the photograph you’ve been looking at, but thepeople in it…they don’t look right anymore. They don’t look like…you remember? You,in the photographs, don’t look like you remember, even if the photograph stilllooks the way you remember it.

How is that possible?

Because you’ve believed the mirror’s lie.

Every day you’ve stood in front of the mirror and believedwhat it told you. That that—that mirror image looking back atyou—is you.

And you believed it.

Even though there were times you saw yourself in the mirrorand it startled you. Even though there were times you didn’t recognizeyourself. You believed it.

And now, you can’t believe the unchanging photograph. Thething that is telling the truth. Because the mirror slowly changed yourperception of yourself so much that you can’t recognize who and what you oncewere.

And, after you realize that, how can you possibly trust it totell you who you are now?

But you will.

You’ll go on trusting it, because, if you think about thattoo long, you have to reject it. Or go mad.

At this point, I was ready to go into the sales pitch: GoBuy My Story Here! (I’ll come back to that in a minute…) But I got totallyderailed by stopping and reading Elise Stephens’ post. You see, Elise and I areexchanging posts to “cross promote,” and she is a lot more on top of thingsthan I am. As with many projects, I don’t read what other people wrote until Iget a good part of what I am doing done. I’m willing to redo something if anidea is too similar, but I hate giving up an idea before I had a chance toexplore it, so I just don’t read other authors’ things until I’m done, ornearly so.

And I was surprised to see how similar of a theme Elise andI had: The mirrors lie.

Why did we both lean that way? Well, the obvious and easyanswer is we are both trying to promote our stories in an anthology aboutmirrors. But the more terrifying answer, and unfortunately just as true, isthat we both know the mirrors actually do lie.

So, from me to you, as someone who cares,don’t listen to the mirrors.

Instead, consider entertaining yourself with a copy of Gilded Glass: TwistedMyths and Shattered Fairy Tales, where you can read my cautionarytale, a modern myth if you will, about someone who thinks they know best andtrusts what the mirror says. Then you can read Elise’s story. (It’s good!) Andthen you can read the other stories. Some of them are okay, too. (Gosh! I’mkidding! There are so many great authors and stories it’s hard to believe!)

And, like Elise, as part of this guest post, I’ll be giving away an eBook of mine! Blazing Uncanny Trails, my first collection of Weird Western short stories, chock full of monsters and cowboys! Leave a comment below to enter the drawing, and then go check out Elise’s post on my website, SamKnight.com.

Sam Knight is the owner/publisher of Knight Writing Press and author of six children’s books, five short story collections, three novels (with the fourth scheduled to release in December 2022), and over 75 stories, including three co-authored with Kevin J. Anderson.

Once upon a time, he was known to quote books the way some people quote movies, but now he claims having a family has made him forgetful, as a survival adaptation. He can be found at SamKnight.com and contacted at sam@samknight.com.