I’m posting this picture in response to Alan’s moanful discourse on everyone’s predisposition to only post the good photos, the victorious stories, the good times online on Facebook and Twitter.
It’s not a bad picture, but it’s as bad as I’ll put up. It’s not George’s sleepy pic, and it’s not me with drool. But that’s it – I need a shave, I need a haircut, my eyes are tired, and all my chins are there in perfect harmony. And here’s the thing – there’s nothing wrong with that. We dress and cover to both hide our flaws from others and to hide others from themselves, I think. It’s a mutual understanding, and that’s not a bad thing. There’s enough raw brutal honesty that only deals with the looks, the scene, what the senses take in – but in my estimation, there’s not enough depth in the world. And that depth isn’t that we hide our ugliness, but instead that we hide our beauty for the same fear as well.
There’s room for more truth, more honesty, more authenticity. But I beg you, keep your bad photos off my FB wall, and I promise to do the same. Deal?