Can you tell me what happened?

You obviously still have eyes, seeing that you can type and all.

This happened to me before. Luckily I found one cheap on eBay.

Don’t trust those guys on craigslist though, it’s all scam.

Oh that answer gave me my 800th lurve.

Thanks.

I hate when that happens. Check your pockets, I mean, faces alllllways end up in my pants..
wait…whhhhhat..

Maybe it’s detachable and you left it somewhere, maybe with your penis.

With the penis eh? Is that detachable as well..? Can I uhhh.. clears throat borrow?

That’s a song. Look it up. I’m not a pig.

Wasn’t saying you were :)

That’s what happens when you’re brought up to be self-effacing.

Or if your behavior causes you to lose face.

Face it,

your surface has been defaced.

@Jeruba Oh, you’re punny.

Clearly you had been dreaming of opening the Lost Ark.

”You obviously still have eyes, seeing that you can type and all.”

You don’t think blind people can use the internet?

“Upon waking, I too, in many time of the past, have come to find, that there is no face upon my face.
To find that which I have lost, I have found I should look for not the lost, or even the want to find, but that which I already have. In doing so, so many times, have I found what I lost without ever having to look for it.
So, upon ever losing your face, you should not try to find it, but something more, then, in doing that, you will always find face, in the times that it is lost.” —T. T. Davidson.

And I thought it was bad to lose your hair…

Also, did you check the frizzer?

I know a few two-faced people. Perhaps one of them could lend you one of theirs. You know, just until the new one grows in.

I’m afraid my imagination is stumped…......because I’ve already seen what happens : You find a surgeon, hold him at gun point to give you the face of the guy who stole yours – then you take revenge by taking over that poor sod’s life and rub it in his….erm, your (?) face!

Send me 1000$ via paypal or you will never see your face again.

Face it daloon, you’re screwed.

@Daloon, if you follow Chelsea’s advice just make sure Lostinparadise doesn’t see you rooting around in your pockets. I know you are a guy but better safe than sorry on this one.

On the face of it, it looks like you are in trouble. Your best bet here is to face reality and start your hunt for a new one. You may find this helpful.

Pay attention people. I don’t wear pants at night. If my face fell off, it would probably be under the pillow or something. Oh well, you probably don’t recognize me now.

Think I’ll go out tonight and get really faced!
Oh, yeah. Sorry.

When that happens to me, I always find it with my cat. That damn cat will steal anything!

Is your cat, the one in my pants?

cringe

ha

I have a Leopard in my pants!
In the form of a DVD…

Hahahahaha

If I were feeling better, I might say something like “my face might like to be in someone’s pants, but I doubt it would have such luck,” however, since I’m feeling pretty shitty, I won’t say that. Of course, maybe the reason why I feel so bad is that my face has been taken?

Defaced. Soon to be defenestrated. On Fox! Tonight on the ten o’clock news!

@Daloon, seriously, I have had the experience of being weirded out by my reflection, as if somehow I were looking at the face of a stranger, and one I didn’t like very much. I remember that that was the day I forgot to put on any makeup, and all the way to work I kept looking in the rear view mirror to try to recognize myself and to see if anything had improved. It hadn’t. I tried to hide out all day at work and not talk to anyone, and when I did, I felt as if I were speaking from underwater and didn’t completely remember how to make words. It was a totally bummed out day. I was not on drugs or anything. This was at a time when my husband was in serious clinical depression and our marriage was a mess and nothing seemed to sit straight or rest solidly in the entire universe.

That one day passed, but I have never forgotten it, and many years later I used it fictitiously. It might not be much of a glimpse, but afterward I understood much better than before what it’s like to feel totally out of whack with the world.

@jeruba, that’s very interesting. I wonder if you would react the same way today? In a way, that’s how my life has been for almost a year, now. Who knows what truths arise out of images one thinks are totally random!

OMG. My face is my identity, and my identity is gone. I don’t know who I am any more. This is real, as well as metaphor. I don’t know who the facelifters are. I don’t know how they work. Just like what happened to me in reality.

I’m just trying to learn to live with this new face, and it still doesn’t have very clear features. I’m angry that the old one is gone. I guess I have to accept that is permanent. No one is going to find my old one. No matter what was done with it.

Yeah, that is a kind of story. It has a beginning and an end, and only needs a middle. Only. Hah!

I guess sometimes we feel like we’re just stripped of our identity, of our being, of who we are. Sometimes we know why, sometimes is just a a feeling of emotional displacement. And sometimes it’s for reasons unknown. Maybe just a single day, week, or even year, you don’t know who you are, you’re not sure how to feel. It’s all uncomfortable and confusing, and you want to know why. It’s as if you’ve been misplaces, or someone has shed then skin of your identity. And it’s all a mass of confusion.

I’ve felt like this many times, wondering when I was going to feel like myself again. Wondering when I would be able to look in the mirror and KNOW exactly who I was. Who I am.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Wont you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

daloon, you know you’re not alone.