Shoved to Them
It’s Friday morning and I feel in the need for a moment of confession. Not the kind that calls for a priest, although I’m sure I need that, too. I just need this moment to say “Hi. My name is Rebecca, and I’m addicted to looking at my friends’ Facebook photos.”
Not really even the photos of my real friends, but the people I know. I love Facebook photos. I sit in my chair, nursing the baby, and pick a friend whose albums I can peruse. I learn so much about people from the photos they post. Most of all, I get a glimpse of them.
There’s a casual confortableness to FB photos that we don’t have with pictures we have around our houses or even with the way we show ourselves to the world. They’re usually not perfect or staged. Mine aren’t even in focus half of the time. The charm of them is that they are real. They are genuine moments from our lives. Usually the things which make us really and truly laugh out loud, and so we share them.
Oh, there are the posed pictures of smiling faces like this
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| Yes, this one is my family |
But the ones I like are these
The pictures of children just being themselves
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| the tongue sticking out kills me |
The photos of their hobbies
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| like chicken raising |
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| learning how to bake |
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| or holding up the moon |
I see pictures of wedding dresses being sewn, grandchildren being hugged, new cars shown off, vacations being enjoyed.
Every last one is a window into the lives of the people I know and the people I “know.” Please keep the pictures coming, especially the ones where you stop posing and are your own wonderful self. I like them all. If you’re on my FB list, thank you for sharing your little corner of the world with me. It looks like a wonderful place to be!
My wish for you all is that you live your life with the humor, excitement, and authenticity of your blurry, shaky, awful, and wonderful FB photos.
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