Sunday, January 4, 2009
Pictures Of Moi
I took the above picture about an hour ago and it got me thinking about a conversation I had a week or so ago.
Dining companion: “Why do you take so many photos of yourself?” (Translation: “Are you an egotistical fucktard?”)
Me: “Well, there are two reasons. First, I hate lying about how I look. I want my pictures to be as current as possible, for better or for worse. And second, there’s a good four to five year span of my 20’s where there are hardly any pictures of me, and that’s weird.” (Translation: “Yes.”)
Dining companion: “And it’ll be nice for your son to have photos of you from when you were young.” (Translation: “You are so much older than me, old man.”)
Me: “Yeah, that too.” (Translation: “That sounded a lot better than what I said.”)
But it’s probably more subconscious than that. The fact of the matter is that I’m not the same person I was a year ago. That person is absolutely, positively dead. I barely remember who that person was. And I’m certainly not who I was six months ago. It helps to keep some sort of photographic record. To remember who I was back then. Who I am right now.
Whoever that is.