While self-portraits are extraordinarily awkward, I’d say they’re marginally less awkward than outright asking someone to take a picture of you. Oh wait, might I be the only person that does that? I do it to my sister and boyfriend all the time.

Take a picture of me, I want to see if I look pretty today, okay?

That’s what went on with this picture of me here to the right. We were eating at Shady Grove and the whole family was in town because Dad was running a half marathon and Tuesday was running a full marathon the next day, but that’s beside the point. I made PJ take it and was able to immediately confirm that while my eyes were having an okay day, my mouth and hair were not. Eyes, mouth, and hair… generally what a good picture of the human head comes down to in my opinion. I did it here to the left as well. It was Reese’s 2nd birthday party and I made Tuesday take it. She called me a narcissist and I said, you know… kettle… black… and we shared a deep sisterly hatred of each other for a few minutes. Anyway, I thought I looked pretty good that day so I tried to get into a few other pictures. That’s why I make them do it, to determine if I want to avoid or seek out the little plastic memory maker. The problem is, though, you can’t just ask the random, regular people in your life to do that. People who aren’t your boyfriend or sister… people who don’t know about all your specific, shitty character flaws. Anyway, I don’t know, I was just kind of thinking about the nature of why we look at ourselves. Mirrors or whatever. Mainly I just have a lot of alone time with PJ being in school again and so I took some self-portraits this afternoon. It started off as a quest to see how bad my roots are. I think that whatever comes out of a camera is actually what other people see. So if I’m worried about something physical, I’ll try to take a picture of it to get an outside perspective. I’m pretty sure it’s not true because I think someone would have said something by now based on the wicked looking shot I got of the top of my head. Cameras pay a lot more attention than humans, I hope. Anyway, I deleted it because I’m mainly into making myself happy, so when the camera tells lies that big, well… delete… problem solved. I liked a couple of the pictures I took. They gave me that distinct feeling that summer is fading. It is October and I know technically summer is long gone, but this is Texas and things are different. I’m having trouble figuring out how to wrap up a blog about my face, so I guess I’ll say that although this blog doesn’t need a moral, I recommend not ever feeling bad for looking at yourself. Sometimes I feel like just a crappy big bag of bones and flesh and so if you want to try and get a sense of what’s on the outside, that’s all right. Don’t forget that cameras are liars, though. I’m going to go listen to some Counting Crows now. This time of year man, I don’t know. Counting Crows – Daylight Fading