Wood Bow Tie o’ the Day shows us a throwback. An “old school” type of camera isn’t seen much anymore, although I have started to notice more of them in the last couple of years. However, these cameras are not particularly selfie-friendly on the spur of the moment.
It’s my opinion that some folks take way too many selfies. They spend so much time taking pix of themselves that they never actually experience the experience of which they’re taking selfies. It also seems like some people don’t think they themselves even really exist if they don’t constantly take photos of themselves to prove they’re alive. And then, they have to put their selfies on the internet to prove to everybody else that they’re alive.
I know what you’re thinking: “Well, Helen, you take at least two selfies per day, and then you make everybody look at each one by posting them.” Am I a hypocrite? Oh, I’m sure I am a hypocrite about some things. Aren’t we all sometimes? But on this issue, I think I’m not. Quite.
First, I have this little website about/with ties and our adventures. A post like that needs a photo, and who wants to gaze at a naked tie? My purpose is to do a little not-so-serious (usually) writing every day, and the ties are my props. But they are also the stars, and somebody’s gotta wear them. I would rather not hire models, since I’m the one wearing them anyway.
Second, I have a bunch of untaken photos to make up for, because I somehow made it through the 80’s and 90’s without ever actually being in a photograph. (There might be a few exceptions, but I don’t have evidence of them.) Does it mean I didn’t exist for two decades, just because I don’t appear in photos? No, it means I was snapping the pictures for everybody else. Of course, the photos I took for others were blurry and out of focus, because I wouldn’t stop experiencing the action I was in while I snapped away.
It was fine by me to not be in photographs. I have always disliked myself in pix. In photos, it seemed like I looked like someone else. The pix of me didn’t fit the image I had of myself. I’m not talking about my physical self/face. No, I always thought I looked like a ghost or zombie of myself. A photo couldn’t hold me. It seemed to always hold the not-me.
Even with all my wrinkles, sags, and gray hairs, I kind of enjoy the selfies I take. I earned my face. And when I’m picking out a selfie to use in a post, I see me. Most of my self is usually there in my selfies. It’s probably just the effect of the ties. Whatever it is, when I see myself in photos now, I no longer see a zombie staring back at me.