A Path To Immortality

I've always wondered what I look like through someone else's eyes. What do they see when they look at me? How would they describe me if they had to? Would they describe me through my facial features? Or would they visualize my expressions, my laughter or even my temper tantrums? We look at ourselves everyday. I highly doubt there's a face in this world we know better than our own. But at the same time, there's so much we don't know. What may seem completely ordinary to us, could be special to someone else.
I've always believed that we are the quickest to find flaws in ourselves, in our lives. We look at everyone else's lives, we think they've got it all sorted out and that we are the ones with the problematic life. But the truth is, we're all screwed up. Everything can't always be okay in everyone's lives. But we are blind to this. In a similar manner, we are oblivious to flaws in other people (unless we don't like them, of course. Then we begin to invent flaws for them).
How I would love for an author to describe me. It would be like looking at myself through someone else's eyes. Seeing what they see, judging what they judge. There's nothing quite like being written about. It's perhaps one of the only ways to be immortalized. Even if it is just a couple of lines, you're there in those words, forever. What would they say, I wonder. Would they talk about my loud laugh, my irascible temper, my fire breathing dragon nostrils (only when I'm angry), my wide smile, my bracelets manner of walking or the fat around my waist? Or will it be something else altogether? What stands out?
What do you see when you look at somebody? Like, really look at them. Me, I notice their smile, I notice the expression in their eyes, their manner of speaking, their voices and of course their physical appearance. I've tried it a few times. Writing about people I know-describing them without giving away their identity. It's fascinating to see how different my description of them is from their self-perception. And I know I'm being narcissistic, but honestly, I'd like to read an unbiased descriprion of myself written out beautifully. I'd like to be immortalized. To know that those words are permanent. For me, for the writer and for anyone else who reads it. That's not much to ask now, is it? :P