Friday, July 5, 2013

Obliviate

I think I deleted one picture too many. My photo has disappeared from comments, and therefore, in the sadness of my lonely imagination, I must have disappeared as well. I waved some magic cyber wand, chanted a quiet invisibilty spell, and slipped away without a peep.

Or at least my picture did.

There's a certain anxiety that emerges when I see myself displayed as a blocky negative sign. What does that really mean, anyway? Do I take away instead of giving? Am I losing? I put one of the old photos back up, just in case you folks forgot what I don't actually look like.

Of course, it is me in the pic, but it's misleading. I'm usually make up free, sporting a frumpy mess of a bun and wearing jammies. Glamor Girl, all the way.

I didn't quit my job...yet.

8 comments:

  1. Interesting to think one could cease to exist with the deleting of a photograph. It's only been in recent time I've ever posted a self-image, not thinking of myself as photogenic.

    Make up is overrated...

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    1. I started off on a whole new tangent concerning image.
      It got existential, in a BAD way. Deleted that shit.

      I like your face. :)

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  2. HA! If you only knew how many times I have done this! AND how much photo editing I did to add makeup to me "about me" pic. :)

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  3. But I thought that's what you looked like. And, I'm so glad you can still pay the rent and write stories.

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    1. I've taken up the habit of chanting under my breath, "I like my paycheck. I like my paycheck..."

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    1. Well, that's sent chills down my spine.

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