diane arbus says

"It's like going around a mirrorless world asking everyone you meet to describe you and everyone says endlessly, "You have a face even as I do and your eyes are bluer and big", and even, "My smile when I look at you is you", but you don't believe it and then one day you bump smack into a stone wall and no-one hears you say ouch and your whole problem is solved."

I feel the same sometimes, too, except that I'm wandering through a House of Horror, down corridors lined with warped mirrors.