Why is it everyone else takes horrible photos of me, and I can take a nice one? I hold up my digital camera at arm's length, snap a photo off, and download it. I look fine. No fancy tricks, no Photoshop magic, completely unretouched except for reducing the blinding glare off my glasses, obviously no makeup or fancy pose, and yet I think it looks so much better than any photograph anyone else has taken recently. Even my best friend who is one hell of a photographer has never taken a photo of me that I liked. I don't get it.
I got my hair cut again, by the way. You can see how short it is in this portrait which was the chief reason I put it up. The rant about how hideous I look in other people's photos is incidental. I am deliriously happy with my hair even though I assume everyone else simply sees a pleasant-faced woman with a sensible haircut. You wait. It's going to get edgier.
I'm tired of being so bland. It's been years but I think I want people to look at me again, really see me as I walk by. I would pierce my nose except I think people with pierced noses and glasses look like dorksters. Especially when they don't dress all rock and roll. The fact that my bosses would have a fit if I came to work with a nosering has a teensy bit to do with me repressing the urge, but mainly it's the thought of looking like some kind of tragic hipster.
I need more black clothes.
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