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The Thing About Selfies

Published January 12, 2014 by sophiachandler

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After spending three days two nights at a school camp where I was stuck sleeping in a classroom with thirty other hyperactive, TFiOS-extreme-fangriling, 1D-loving girls, I can honestly say that I am grateful for boys to keep my sanity.

SELFIES ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE.

I don’t get how people like taking pictures of themselves and posting them online so thate evryone may admire them and bow down at their feet. I think it’s narcisstic. And vain. And fake. Said selfie-taker will post a caption saying something like “at starbucks with mah bffs ❤ their caramel frap #swag” or “swear i wasn’e even trying to take a picture…. #accidental selfie but i love my face…. don’t you? ;)” (how they manage to look so bliddy perfect with makeup and fake eyelashes and a lot of mascara is beyond me. obviously the picture was TOTALLY accidental…. not like they didn’t hit the camera button accidentally or anything…) And everyone in the comment session is like “PREEEEEEETTY” or “cutiepie 😉 ily” or “damn you hawt” or whatever comments that showcase their incredible use of vocabulary. Because hawt is actually a proper word.

Of course, I mean, I understand if some people take a selfie for their profile picture, so that friends, family and acquaintances can recognize your face and friend/follow you on social media, but taking daily selfies to post on Instagram frustrates and confuses me. I like pictures of people in their natural state, not looking at the camera with fake makeup and all that shaz. But that’s just my personal preference.

And speaking of natural state, look at the #accidentalselfie one. I…. ugh. That selfie makes me roll my eyes and click said selfie-user’s account, finger hovering just above the “unfollow” button as I decide if this person is still worthy enough to be followed…

I love this article on Smosh in which they discuss #accidentalselfie:

19 Allegedly Accidental Selfies

Here’s a peace offering for my three-day absence:

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and above all, those who live without love.”
~Albus Dumbledore

I’ve been rereading my Harry Potter and… this quote is so Beautifully Haunted.

~Sophia

Coward

Published December 31, 2013 by sophiachandler

I was in this New Year’s Skype Call with my friends from school, and there is this absolute a**hole that I am so pissed about that feel compelled to ruin your holiday mood.

Dear Party-Pooper,

Your name means council protector. I think you’d make a very crappy one. If you don’t have enough guts to tell someone that you hate them, straight to their face, THEN DON’T TELL PEOPLE ABOUT IT IN THE CHAT. I know you’ve been hating on a lot of people. Including me. You think I’m lazy. Including my best friend. You think she’s hypocritical. Including the cheerful, bubbly girl who doesn’t reject my hugs. You hate her for her crappy teamwork.

Is that all you can see in us?

See here, this is your problem. You look at the negative side of people. You don’t look at the good stuff. The good stuff and the bad stuff together is what makes us beautiful. It’s what makes us human. You’re not perfect. Nobody is. So stop trying to find the cracks in the walls some people have built to protect themselves from the outside. Stop trying to curse them. Have you ever realized how much it hurts?

I’ve heard you bullying him, even behind my back. I’ve heard bad stuff said about me to my own best friend from you. Just because I didn’t dare to do that high jump didn’t mean I wasn’t determined. I’d fallen the last time, and it hurt bad. Don’t assume stuff you don’t know about me.

And him. I think you’re a loser, if you could whine on and on about how he got into the same class as you, and how he was such a f****tard. He’s not. He’s a nice guy deep down inside, but just because he spends the time on Facebook being annoying, doesn’t mean he deserves to be branded ‘idiot’.

I think you’re the idiot.

Let me tell you who you are: a bully.

Why can’t you take a look in the mirror and see who you really are? Why can’t you see yourself, the cracked, distorted reflection that you really are?

~Sophia