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I used to belive that the other guy is in the mirror is another one of me in the same place at the same exact time.. I still do.. Kinda.. lol
I used to believe that there was another me in the mirror. i would hold conversations with him and share jokes. then one day i got mad at him and ignored him for about a week. then i bought him a sorry gift. now i still talk to him. i know, i have issues
When I was little I used to think that there was another world on the other side of the mirror. I used to try to catch my reflection not reflecting what I was doing.
I used to believe that when i looked in the mirror it was someone in a differnt land looking at me, and untill i was about 5 i never looked at myself in the mirror.
I used to think that on the other side of the mirror, there was another land with the same exact people doing to same exact thing you and the other people in the world are doing. So when you look in the mirror, you are seeing yourself in another land.
I used to believe that there was another person who looked exactly like me on the other side of the mirror, and I'd always try to catch her off guard and see if she was doing something different than me...
i used to believe mirrors were tunnels to a different universe where people wear shoes on their hands and gloves on their feet
I used to believe that if you started at your own reflection for long enough you're reflection would turn into the devil.
I often sat at the end of my bed staring at my reflection for hours, hoping I could see this actually happen - it never did though...
I also used to believe that mirrors were the windows of a paralell universe and there was someone in this paralell universe who was a clone of you, had the same rooms in the house, same clothes, same personality. So when you went to look in the mirror, the other person would too, so you'd be able to see what you look like.
When I was younger I used to believe that the mirror was really a whole different world...and the only reason I couldnt enter it was because my reflection was blocking me (everytime i put my finger to the mirror, my reflection put ITS finger to "BLOCK" me) I would try and sneak up on my reflection and push through and i would get really frustrated when i couldnt get through. In fact I think i threw the mirror and had a hissy fit one time.
When I was a kid, in the bathrooms, there was the big wall mirror and then a smaller one on the door of the medicine cabinet, so they would face each other when the cabinet was open. I was convinced that the "corridor" effect created by two mirrors facing each other closely was a sort of a dimensional portal (spent too much time reading big brother's Dungeons and Dragons books, maybe... and now they're mine, heh heh), and I had only to figure out how to "open" the big mirror so I could crawl through the corridor into a fantasy world where I could learn more magic and get myself a suit of armor and cool medieval weapons. I thought maybe writing the right thing in the mist from a shower would do it. I puzzled over this until I was a good nine years old...
Ya know when you hold a mirror in front of another mirror? I always did that, and thought it was a portal to infinity. Silly me. I have, however, wondered, if you made a room of all mirror, and somehow shonelight in, what would happen? I did and sorta still do think the light would keep reflecting, never stopping, but i know its impossible to prove it, cause being in the room would mean giving soemthing to absorb the light.Ok enough physics. I also think i'd be cool to be in a room of mirrors... once again, "infinity". Even cooler: a SPHERICAL room of mirrors!
I used to think that all mirrors was a gateway to a different world. That's weird, isn't it. . .? Haven't you ever thought about that?
I used to believe that if u ran hard enough into a mirror, that u could visit another world. I tried it once, and ended upwith a really bad headache.
I still have not shaken this belief, but when I was little, as long as I remember, I was always afraid that my reflection was not really a reflection, but some "evil twin" in another world who was always looking for the opportunity to snatch me and kill me. I would always be afraid to look in the mirror and be afraid that the other me in the mirror would not be doing what I was doing, and that I would have a heart attack from fear.
I began to believe at some point in mid-childhood that I had been sucked into the mirror in early childhood. The real me was on the otherside and this me was only the reflection. I was sometimes afraid that if I got to close and looked into her eyes that she would be able to switch with me again.
I use to believe that if you looked yourself in the eyes while looking in a mirror and said Candyman (The name of a killer in a movie I think) 3 times, his face would appear over yours and he'd reach out and drag you into mirror world.
I used to believe that the whole world was an illusion and things only exixted if I could see them. I thought that mirrors were a sort of window outside my world and I would sneak up on them and try to see outside before my reflection came up.
I used to believe that if you were in a place with two mirriors facing each other, had a set of identical twins, that if each twin were to enter a mirror, they would each be taken to the otherworld.
I used to believe in a 'mirror world' like Dana did in her post on this topic. I too used to spend a lot of time gazing into what i thought was an 'alter world' where things LOOK the same, but arent quite the same....and i'd try to look round 'the corner' of the mirror, hoping to see something different inside the 'other Joanne's' bedroom.
My mom has a curio cabinet with a mirror on the back, which reflects the contents of the cabinet. That mirror was always so clean (because it was behind a glass door) that it seemed to be doing more than just reflecting. All the other mirrors in our house weren't quite so shiny. Anyway, I always thought that the mirror harbored another world, an opposite, reversed world where things were different, but where there was a girl who looked just like me. I used to spend hours just looking so hard at the mirror, trying to figure out how to get inside. My mom thought I really liked the stuff in there -- antique glass, music boxes, that sort of thing. But really, I just wanted to trade places with my opposite, and see if the world on the other side was any better.