yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
The only time I really look at myself is when I am shaving in the morning as it is almost impossible to do a good job shaving without peering in a mirror. The rest of time I prefer to not see the old man glaring at me in the looking glass.
This morning, for some reason, I focused on the nearly bilaterally symmetrical wrinkles I have developed at the corners of my mouth that descend vertically, almost darting under my chin. They are even more prominent as my resting face mouth is a bit of a frown.
To me they appear to be the lines similiar to the mouth of a ventriloquist’s dummy or that of a puppet that allow the opening and closing of that orifice.
All of which started me wondering, who is pulling my strings?