Thursday, February 24, 2011

Some fucking pictures of some fucking ice

My mother hates when I use the word fuck. Sorry Mom.



One of the things that can happen to you in a medium sized city is that you see the same people over and over again. Some people are quality, some are not. That's not what I'm going to talk about. That's just a fact in any community. That's just a fact about people.



And you begin to see that everyone new you meet also know the same people.



And when people start to begin to know you, you feel self conscious, and start to try to be a better person in the eyes of the world. And maybe you feel like you should be smarter, or wittier, or more charming. That totally happens, no matter who you are or how confident you are. It's the disease of being too social. You are supposed to fight it, especially girls my age, because we were raised with the constant cry of "be yourself". When our mothers were our age, and still remembered the sunrise of feminism. I don't know, obviously not every girl had that. But I think most of my friends' mothers. So we know how we are supposed to be, but sometimes we don't even realize the infection is in us until there are visible symptoms. The stress of trying too hard takes a little bit of time to show itself.



The point, I guess, is this. This week we had an ice storm and honestly, this is one of my favorite parts of winter, when the ice hits. I went out and took a bunch of photos the first day, because seriously, it's awesome. But then this guy I follow on twitter said something like "oh hey, I can't wait to see everyone's pictures of ice #sarcasm" and I actually felt bad. I was like, oh, I'm one of those people *sad face*.



And that's exactly the opposite of the reaction I should have had, which should have been to immediately post as many goddamn pictures of the ice as I wanted.





11 comments:

  1. Nice pics... screw that guy who made the sacastic comment on Facebook... if it wasn't for 'the socialnetwork', he would not have anyone to listen to is inanaity...

    The whole medium size town thing... one of the reasons that I left the Motor, albeit a minor one, was how 'cozy' it was for me. As big as that city was, the people who I hoped to only ever see once were the ones who I constantly ran into... in the strangest parts of town and situations...

    I will find it possible to disappear in plain sight... in a town of questionable existence... perhaps this is my just a figment of my imagination...

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  2. Um, I LOVE ice pictures, and was just marvelling at how strange and wonderful your photos are.

    Fuck him, he's a twatbag. Now let's see some more photos.

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  3. Also, quite oftentimes people like that introduce sarcasm or criticism as a way of seeming fresh or novel or interesting. Guess what? No one likes a douchebag. Not even an interesting one.

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  4. Hey guys, he's not really a douchebag. That wasn't the point. But I appreciate the support.

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  5. Your ice pictures are way better than my ice pictures. I posted one on FB anyway. I don't care.

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  6. I love your ice pictures, Bridget. They make me miss home. And this sentence?

    "The stress of trying too hard takes a little bit of time to show itself."

    I love that too.

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  7. Enough with the fucking cold. Make it end. Save me, Bridget! Otherwise I'm going to have to split open some sort of large animal and crawl inside it for shelter until the Spring finally arrives.

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  8. Erin- all pictures are worthwhile. Amen.

    Blue- thanks! I'm glad someone else sees it as true too.

    Libby - it is the extreme of pretty. It is where all tinsel came from.

    Ells - that's funny, cause something is doing that to you right now.

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  9. yeahbut, _your_ photos of ice are great. I have a jillion photos of ice that just get deleted.

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