Square Peg ● Round Hole







I have tried to be cool by perfecting my selfie persona.   Finding the whole process awkward and uncomfortable, I have no idea why I still bother.   Seriously, I look like someone in a horror movie that walked in the room that everyone is screaming, “don’t go in there.”     When did this become a thing?

While on a recent trip to Europe, even my spouse unleashed his mad skills, but alas, he looked even more pathetic than me.    Our family photo of three consisted of two smiling faces partnered with his overly focused face as he was in charge of taking the picture. We don’t look cool at all.

Can I be honest?  I find the whole practice odd.  Understandably, there is a practical point to it.   If you are alone, you don’t have to ask anyone to take your picture.   You can go anywhere in the world and not have to bother a soul to record your travels.  With that being said, there is some etiquette that goes along with it.   First, know your location.  Not in the sense of being directionally challenged, but the appropriateness of it all.   I saw a girl do a selfie at one of the concentration camps with duck lips.  Seriously?   Ugh…..  Of all the places in the world, this was not the background to use in any photograph.

I own that this is not a gift of mine and I get that this is a trend that will probably never go away.    With that being said, there is a part of me that rises up and says, “challenge accepted”.   Challenge accepted that I won’t look constipated in my selfies.  Challenge accepted that I can perfect my skills without being self-conscience.   I honestly think that it is the level of confidence that crafts the ideal selfie.   Something, I suppose, I would like to acquire.   But, don’t worry, there will be no duck lips.   That, my friends, is something I don’t want to perfect.