I Looked at My Reflection Next to a Blue Strobe and Saw a Total Nobody

Dear Delyara, The police car parked right outside my office window turned on its roof lights, and for ten minutes, my reflection in the dark glass was illuminated by a violent blue pulse. I stood there and really looked at myself. I didn't see a luxury designer inspired by Persian royalty. I didn't see an advanced business graduate. I just saw a tired, thirty-something security officer in a ill-fitting nylon jacket with deep, dark bags under his eyes, standing in a small concrete box. The contrast between the elite branding I write for seifi.world and the actual, physical reality of my life was so sickening it felt like a punch to the ribs. I am a nobody playing dress-up in the dark, and the blue lights just exposed the joke.