Sigh. Don't wanna.
I am starting to feel like one of those obituary photos of people who died when they were 90, but have a photo next to their life story which is of them when they were 30. I am the Dick Clark of profile pictures.
I loathe having my photo taken, mostly because I am then reminded that THAT is what i really look like. Photos taken of me, by me, are even worse. I clearly need to take a class from teenagers regarding how to take the perfect long armed, doe-eyed, side glance shot using a trac phone and some bad lighting.
Still, as I
Seriously, who is this fucking fabulous, looking like a shot from Mad Men?
Urban male species, looking hip and cool even while picking his fingernails?
Elegant and thoughtful, confident...what gives?
My long-lost friend E.J., who outgrew and out-cooled me
with little effort. Even the dog is cool.
I went back and looked at my profile pic options, straining to see a *glimpse* of what I see in the above photos.
My folders contains photos of me:
1. In a bar
2. Looking very Republican, wearing a name tag in a photo with a politician
3. Windblown hair on the back of a 4-wheeler.. (wait for it)holding a dog
4. A photo of a turkey
5. A photo of Wonder Woman (my favorite)
Facebook fail.
P.S. My friend over at Absolutely Narcissism wrote a HEE-LARIOUS post about working to get just the right profile shot taken by her unwilling family. Maybe I need to work harder. Read it here.