with all of the pictures i’ve been taking of me, you’d think i like it. oh no. it’s a very difficult thing and for the most part it seems foolish and ridiculous.
seemed. it seemed ridiculous. & i would stress if the shots looked posed, as if i should look like i snuck up on myself & caught a perfectly natural candid shot. (which is much more ridiculous than the mere fact that i constantly take pictures of myself). so why would i be trying to get the same shot over & over?
i mean, where exactly (as i asked myself this afternoon), is the fun in that? goodgod if i’m going to have a strange self-indulgent hobby like this, i may as well embrace it rather than try to act nonchalant & pretend i’m not actually doing what i’m doing. look, i take about, oh, twenty, thirty pictures of myself a week these days. which is a little strange, yes? i’m no stranger to strange, strange is good for me. so i am doing this strange thing, why on earth would i trying to make like all normal about it? what would be the point?
no matter what i do this feels foolish. however i seem to need to do this, & so i should just get on with it right?