Ruining Everything
The overriding emotion from looking at old photographs is that of embarrassment.
Do we laugh? Sure. Do they make us happy? Most of the time. Photographs are, after all, moments captured from our lives which help conjure up generally warm and positive feelings.
But still, they’re embarrassing. Awful clothes, weird hair, terrible photo face.
Because that’s the beauty of time. Things are left there to be forgotten. Without context, it is simply impossible to look upon anything from the past in the same light as occurred at the time of that moment’s creation. It becomes inherently embarrassing
And then the internet ruined it. Because we are more than capable of laughing at our visual appearance, God given as it is, but we struggle when it comes to what we think. We think we know best, don’t we. That our perspective is sound, insightful and wise. And when our pontifications, thoughts and wise cracks are lost into the ether of time that delusion remains. Untainted and intact.
It’s why everyone has a blog. It’s why everyone assume that people will find their daily soap opera on Twitter engaging. At any moment in time, we’re bloody hilarious, and clever, and right.
And then suddenly you can scroll back to June 6th 2009 and see, captured and embossed, your daily piece of wit. And then you cringe
