True-Me Tuesday: The Camera Never Lies

When I get bored I take pictures.... .... .... of me.

It's really just a matter of trying to get the best picture I can. One without a frown, without squinty eyes, without a double chin, and without a cheesy smile.

It's sort of a game for me. Except the outcome is that I have a lot of pictures of myself on my computer--like some sort of narcissist.

Ralexwin teases me about this sometimes. Vicbowin rolls her eyes (and then borrows the camera).

But I can't help myself. When I've posted all my blogs, done all my chores, read all the pages I can read in a day and taken that nap I sometimes take, I inevitably end up pitting myself against the camera.

The sad part is that the camera usually wins.

It's shameful I know. What sort of grown woman spends her time playing with a camera?!

Well, me actually. I'm just glad technology has advanced enough to encompass digital cameras... the price of all that wasted film was getting a little out of hand.

What do you do when you're bored?

Do you think I should make 'True Me Tuesday' a linky party? Would you participate?

Comments

Cari Hislop said…
You can never be bored if you own a small camera capable of taking photos of the photographer! ;) I KNOW what you're talking about. I love trying to capture 'the best picture of me ever' (though I do suffer a mild case of narcissism). I think also when I'm overweight (like I am) and so many photos taken by other people make me look awful (and yet when we look in the mirror I don't see that Michelin-woman) there's a need to validate my perceptions. At the end of the day though I love taking pictures of people (as you may have gathered the last time we met) if I'm the only person around...well...that's me in the frame!
November 9, 2010 at 11:54 AM
Cari Hislop said…
PS my favorite picture of you out of the ones you displayed for the post is the bottom one!
November 9, 2010 at 11:56 AM
Anonymous said…
Lol. I do this all the time trying to get the perfect twitter or profile pic. I finally went through and deleted some in case someone happened to see my pic files.
November 10, 2010 at 10:02 PM
Lisa said…
I love that you take self-portraits! My hubby always teases me that my kids will never know they have a mom because I hate having my picture taken! :)
November 11, 2010 at 3:09 AM
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