The age of the selfie

I love love love looking through old photos. When I go over to my Mum’s I’ll often ask her to get the photo albums out, it’s lovely, we can look at the photos and remember family members sadly no longer with us, pets, days out, the Christmases, birthdays, special events, and  holidays.

I can look at photos of our holiday in Hayling Island and remember the fun we had there. I can look at the photo of me, my sister and my two cousins when we entered a talent competition. I’m not actually how much talent was involved. We sang a song called, “My names Diana Dors and I’m a movie star” we even practiced a little routine to it. Well I remember it possibly because every now and again I can look at the photo, I don’t know. Strangely I was talking to my cousins about it last year and they had no recollection of the event. None whatsoever. Perhaps it was a memory they didn’t want to keep so they decided to pack it away in some deep part of their brains for it never to resurface. Who knows! Anyway my sister and I tried to convince them it happened, to no avail, so I stuck the picture on Facebook, which then triggered the memory for them and gave us all a bit of a laugh and led to a bit of reminiscing.

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I remember this sponsored walk so well! I thought I looked very cool in my sunglasses!

My lovely Gran very sadly passed away ten years ago. She did reach the very good age of ninety three, but her last few years were cruelly affected by dementia. She found it very difficult to remember even every day things. When I used to visit, I used to get out a different photo album each time. We would look through the photos and she would remember. We would look at photos of her and her husband – my lovely grandad who she lost when he was only fifty seven, that’s such a dreadfully young age to lose your life isn’t it ☹️ we would look at photos of holidays, us when we were young, her when she was younger and bring back all sorts of happy memories. And do you know what? She remembered those days out, those holidays and snippets of her life, this triggered other memories that would have remained a black hole if we hadn’t revisited them.

I love looking at photos of my own children. They are both in their twenties now and haven’t liked me taking photos of them in ages, but I still have the ones of them as babies, toddlers, young children, days out in the park, birthdays etc to look back on fondly and remember.  It’s nice too to have proper photos, rather that just on my phone, because although I do look back through my phone photos, it’s just not quite the same…

You’re probably wondering what the point of this post is.

Selfies.

Who on earth decided it was a good idea for people to take selfies? Yes of course I totally understand that if you are out somewhere amazing or on a trip to the London Eye or something then it’s great to mark it with a photo. It’s especially great if you are with your partner or family or a bunch of mates. You can then look back and remember that time.

I take selfies too, I take quite a few – BUT the only reason I have taken quite a lot is because I genuinely am the least photogenic person you are likely to ever meet in your life. I am constantly trying to get just one decent photo to stick on my Twitter or Facebook. Just so people I know can see what I look like. Err actually people I know do know what I look like. Actually I prefer to have a photo of me on Twitter because I think it’s more personal and people can see who they are talking to. Although you might have noticed that I have a photo of my dog on there at the moment. I was just going through a wobble with my confidence, I’ll put one back up there sometime soon.

Really I shouldn’t give a shit what the photo of me looks like though should I? Because it’s me. I do though and that is down to my own insecurities, which I guess I need to get over, hopefully one day I will.

One thing I have noticed that puzzles me is, why do people pout when they take selfies? That’s a genuine question.

Those poor people, when they are old and grey and decide to share photos with their own kids of their memories are going to become a bit unstuck.

“Oh look there’s me being moody in my bedroom…..Oh look there’s me looking moody in my car…..Oh look I’m in a mood in my bedroom again.”You get the picture?

I was inspired to write about selfies and photos after looking at and commenting on a photo Kerry posted on Instagram.  Kerry is amazing, I love the way she writes.  You can find her blog here and it is so worth reading!  Kerry life and loves.

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3 comments

  1. I can’t understand why people pout on selfies either? They just look daft! Being able to take selfies is handy when you need a good shot because you can just delete and take another if it doesn’t look right. Gone are the days of waiting for your photos to be developed to see what they turned out like. It used to be exciting, looking forward to seeing the holiday pics. Now, most photos are stored on the computer or a memory stick. Sometimes it’s nice to hold a photo album and browse through the old photos reminiscing…

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  2. This made me chuckle, but I do agree with your point. I go through phases of taking selfies, and times when I don’t bother, but I don’t think I have any where I’m pouting because I think I’d look ridiculous! I think it’s all about balance – take the selfies, but make sure you have other pictures of actual parts of your life, so you can show them off to children in the future.

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