Through a glass darkly

Ok, fuck it.
Attraction is a strange thing. If you take a physical attraction that you are feeling for another person, and shave it into ever finer slices, you will find that the object of your affection tells a story of who you are. So, like Ouroboros, it all comes back around to you. Or it all ends up with your ass in your mouth. Whichever you choose. You could read your attraction like an autobiography and if you chose to, learn alot about yourself in the process, that you already knew anyway, on some level at least. Why is it that we must externalize ourselves to figure ourselves out? I can't see myself as well through introspection somehow.