Those people obviously don't read my blog: Case in point.*
With that being said, Facebook is ruining my life. Ex-boyfriends are coming out of the woodwork and adding me as a friend, and naturally they are going to wonder what I look like after not seeing me for five plus years. (I'm not being egotistical here. I do it to other people. And I know other people do it to me. That's the problem, amongst the many problems, with Facebook.) And while I have some control over this, for the most part, this is determined by all you assholes who keep putting ugly pictures of me on the Internet!**
Once in a while, there are photos posted that I'm okay with:
For example, this is a good one from CMW. It gets my stamp of approval.
However, that picture is a rarity. Let's look at another sampling of photos posted of me on Facebook:
This one was taken of Julia and I this weekend. For the most part it's not that bad, and Julia looks pretty hot. My only serious complaint is the disgusting layer of red wine gunk and lipstick that has formed around my lips. And of course, my pose for this particular picture only emphasizes this fact. But I can live with this one.
This picture however, I have a serious problem with. It was taken during the Steam Whistle Incident and I will acknowledge that it's my own fault for drinking too much and looking like trash. But, why, why, why, must this be the first thing that my best friend from grade 2 must see upon adding me as a friend?
I was not drinking when this picture was taken, I was just being my normal awesome self. My favourite things about this picture is the obvious wet armpit stain in combination with the huge hole in my armpit, and the fact that I'm pratically pulling a Lindsay Lohan with my skirt. Good work me.
And while I love this picture, again, it makes me wonder, do I really want the quiet girl who sat beside me in grade 10 social studies to see this without knowing any contextual information?***
Here's another winner. Yes, that's right. I'm having a baby. Wanna fight about it? (Oh wait. I posted this picture. Nevermind. Bad example. I think it's a funny picture, but I'm still left wondering if I really want my unrequited crush of 5 years to look at this and think, "Whoa, I never thought she'd become a fatty!")
But none of this really bothered me that much, until today, when the line was crossed:
This has to be one of the least attractive pictures of me known to man. I look like a decidedly prehistoric, unfeminine bird ranting about something that's quite potentially boring. Judging from the shape of my lips in the ranting process, it's also entirely possible that spittle was also flying from my mouth onto the guy I was talking to.
Why? Oh, why?! This picture was actually added moments after my ex-boyfriend from junior high school, who used to brag about how attractive I was (am?) added me as a friend. Great. Now it will be the first picture to show up! (And he'll be like, "Oh, she's still mouthy. No shock there." Which is true, I guess.)
And the worst part is, I know that realistically this isn't Facebook's fault. No, this isn't even the assholes who tag me on Facebook's fault. It's entirely my fault for being so unphotogenic.
*Just for the record, that picture was chosen randomly from a random month. I'm sure I could the same for any other month in a matter of seconds, because this site is littered with hilariously awful and decidedly unattractive picture of me. And I'm okay with that.
**I do know that I could untag said photos, but that'd be like denying that it's me in the pictures, and pretty much like telling a lie. And I'm not a liar.
***Context is the difference between the blog and facebook. At least I think it is.