Because the old one is one I’d been using since the first time some social media site wanted a…
Because the old one is one I’d been using since the first time some social media site wanted a profile pic, and I used a photo down at the beach that my wife took because I looked happy in it (because I was). And then it was mostly laziness (not wanting to have to go through that whole taking-another-photo thing) and consistency (yeah, this is that same person because look: same avatar).
But then 15-ish years go by, and it starts to look less like laziness or consistency and more like vanity, because of course I don’t actually look like that anymore. And I don’t want to appear vain.
So: New me. Just like the old me, only wiser.
Wise enough to realize, for example, that replacing the pic because I don’t want to appear vain is itself a vain act (because: caring what people think).
There’s no winning this ongoing-march-of-time thing.
I was having an interesting exchange with a mutual follow who was lamenting the passing of the years and the effect it has. And it reminded me of the other day, when my 80-something neighbor across the street shaded her eyes and peered at me during a conversation we were having and blurted out, “My god! What happened to you?” Referring, it turns out, to the gray.
Life, Margaret. Life happened to me.
Is why.
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Tags: also, so, the selfie museum, I've gotten into selfies lately, as a genre, and the new icon is a legit selfie, taken by me, of me, and relatively recently, if you come across me IRL, you won't be shocked by my not being 30-something me.
