TurquoiseB wrote: > Here's my theory -- the people who post photos > of themselves taken *by* themselves using a > Webcam do this BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO FRIENDS.
Hmmm, your photo shows that you are friends with an infant. I do think most folks here have an interior life that is best represented by a shot solely of themselves. Those with friends to fluff up a photo might be just as isolated as others, right? Who doesn't pose when someone whips out a camera to catch a moment in the sun when humans are shoulder to shoulder in a noshing? Who here still has all their friends from high school, college, TTC, the workplace? To have even one relationship that is deeply wrought is rare in any life -- simply on the basis of the time requirement, who has the time to explore the mind of another with anything that could be called intimate? Who here can even pick out a Hallmark card for another and feel like it really nails down some sentiment in a "specific to the friend" manner? My babe and I have spent two hours per day or more in conversation for the last nine years, and I have yet to fathom her depths in most regards. I know her, but I haven't a clue. Like that. The vastness of her underpinnings is equal to what Arjuna saw when Krishna yawned for him. Just so do all of us, when but peeking inside another's cave, find someone who's there hefting sword and shield lest anyone enter uninvited. Who is not just such a wary waiter in the cave of their mind? Unless you've got a warrant, stay out of my underwear drawer. And consider my trikking videos. When one truly is dancing in public, it's to be done as a solo if one is to be spontaneous. Add another, try to partner up, and suddenly, artificiality (art and craft) dominate the presentation. Only hours of practice can create the illusion that the two are being spontaneous. Scant wonder then that if you want a photo of me, that I do not include others in the mug shot. Look at your high school year book -- probably any photo has others in it next to you like when you were on the Bake Sale Committee. To their scattered lives they went, right? What value then for a recent shot with a pal or two showing their grills next to your row of Chiclets? Nah, ya got this one wrong, boy. Edg
