BUT.
I would like to take a minute to deny the notion that my facebook profile picture collection, now 200 deep, is the product of narcissism. If i were really THAT in love with myself you'd see a lot more of those pouty-lipped-sepia-toned-eyelash-batting-make-up-caked-on-pose-in-the-mirror pictures...but nah, that is not me. That's not my style.
I'm not in love with my self as much as I am with my memories. My 200 profile pictures are kind of like a photographic time capsule, if you will. A collection that unknowingly started 6 years ago just grew into something I saw as an opportunity to keep track of my favorite people and moments. It tracks the history of my friendships, joys, dreams, and all the changes that happen in between. Not many people would understand the personal sentiment that a photo like this carries, but when I look back on it all the good memories I've had beating down these shoes come back:
Few people understand how much I LOLed when I was inspired to reproduce the famous 7 legged spider
Only one person really understands incredible emotional turmoil I felt this day:
Nor what a crazy night this was:
Sometimes I get a little self conscious and think "Wow. I really have THAT many profile pictures? People must think I've got a huge crush on myself...." But then I remember everything I believe in this very post and realize that as long as I know what my intentions then why should anyone else have any bearing on how I feel about a very personal-albeit public- collection.
