Narcissism: no, I do not think that I feel inclined to write all about I, me and myself on a 3-400 word blog. I do not even think that I would find so many words to write about myself. The only good photos I have of narcissus, or daffodils, are from the local cemetery. There was some good looking guy in Greece that saw his reflection in the water a few centuries ago and just could not stop looking.
My mirror is in the bathroom and I need it to see if I can show myself outdoors, like combing my hair or having things growing on your face that you really do not need – not going into details. I did notice how my hair was turning grey through looking in the mirror. I also have a full length mirror, but I cannot avoid it as it is next to the door when I leave the apartment.
So it seems that Narcissus no longer wanted to live, he just could not leave his reflection and stared at himself until he died. I once had a budgerigar when I was a kid. He had a mirror in his cage, would grip it with a claw to hold it still and would talk to himself for hours pecking at the mirror with his beak. I think he was under the impression that it was another budgerigar looking at him from the mirrorand he got a bit frustrated when he never got an answer. I gave up talking to my reflection years ago, it never answered to tell me when I asked “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful of us all”, probably because my reflection had to think about it first.