Internal Dialogue

I (almost) never see myself without my glasses; simply because I can’t see anything without them! I do take pictures of myself every now and then, but I don’t really know why. I always throw them away, I never like them. It’s not me.

Except this one that I took tonight. It’s so strange looking at photos of yourself. And not the ones in photo albums, but ones like this. Ones that you take yourself. I kept browsing through the series because I wanted to choose the best one, but after a while I almost forgot it was me who I was looking at. Yet when I reminded myself it was me, I thought: but you knew that, didn’t you.

It’s strange.

I used to hate photos of myself. Not so much, now. Maybe I didn’t like it because others took them, and not me myself. Or perhaps it was just a phase. But since a couple of years ago, I don’t mind anymore. I actually want to, because sometimes I’d rather be the subject than the one behind the camera. But most of the time, I still like to be the one in control of the camera, not the other way around. Even when it comes to photos of myself. But having others take your photo once in a while is good. Too much control can lead to self-avoidance. Which I’ve had plenty of in the past.