Not me

At a blog I occasionally follow, a comment was posted, " Isn't it strange, sometimes, to see your own face and after staring at it long enough, you don't recognize yourself?"
I'm not a big fan of looking at myself in mirrors (part of the problem is that Wife insists that they all are hung at HER eye level, so I never see my face unless I squat), but every once in a while, I glance in and see my older brother staring out at me. Kinda scary, since we've never gotten along. But since we see each other so seldom, I guess it's understandable; we do look alike, though I've always been the little brother.