Have you met this man, blog? This is Jack. Jack is my traveling companion. He's sort of my substitute when I want to take a picture, but I don't want one of me. He's what pops up in my photos, when I'm trying to find a suitable picture of me to use in my new internship.
I realized quite recently that I don't have many photos of myself. And the photos that I do have are usually of me doing something campy or jokey. I'm usually not smiling straight at the camera, posed normally, and even if I am, I'm usually tilted to the side as if I'm dancing or swaying. In the few pictures of me actually smiling at the camera, I'm wearing sunglasses or carrying Jack.
So what does this say about me? Well, it's hardly a revelation, but I hate taking pictures of myself.
I can honestly say that I feel comfortable to take a picture when I'm wearing sunglasses because I think my eyes look tired all the time. I know that I joke around or hold Jack because I really hate posing in front of a lens. My shoulders always tilt because I honestly can't take a proper picture seriously. I'd rather it be just "ta-da" take the picture already, this is terrible waiting for you while I smile!
So it took me a while to find a good picture of me for my new internship, and I'm actually not happy with the one I ended up with. My arms are crossed over my chest as I shrug. I'm actually not the main focus for the photographer. I just spotted that I was in the darn thing when I desperately combed through my photo albums. I sent it in because of a lack of options.
I'm sure this says a lot about my character. I just know it.