On Selfies

 

Selfie after Magnum ice treat

So I was feeling kind of down today. More like very depressed. I did what I usually refreign from doing: Stuffing myself with chocolate cookies and sweetened coffee from the vending machine. But it didn´t help me one bit. Instead I felt worse. After work I stepped outside. I noticed the delightful breeze and the trees swaying in the sunshine. "Maybe it isn`t so bad after all.." I started taking photos, of myself, my sourroundings. And it made me feel so much better. This in turn left me feeling embarassed - was I really that shallow and superficial? 

I have been reading various opinions & articles on this, my favourite by far being 

this one by Dr John Grohol .



He states another psychologist named Shelly Turkle. She writes:
" These days, when people are alone, or feel a moment of boredom, they tend to reach for a device. In a movie theater, at a stop sign, at the checkout line at a supermarket and, yes, at a memorial service, reaching for a device becomes so natural that we start to forget that there is a reason, a good reason, to sit still with our thoughts: It does honor to what we are thinking about. It does honor to ourselves. "


I could relate to this statement somewhat, but I think it depends wether you have problems fitting in or 
if you are perfectly fine living in this fast-paced world of ours. Admittedly I have a problem with adapting, so my nostalgic moments are plenty. 
Everybody needs to find their own truths.

I myself will take care in the future to have better insight and stop and think for a moment. After all - the Selfie cannot cure my depression, it can only make me feel good for a moment.

Nostalgia

When searching for pictures of lilacs, I just came across this blog : The Venomous Bead

Seems like i am not the only person to whom lilacs are a scent of childhood. The lilacs here in France are in bloom and as i was inhaling the smell wafting from the delicate petals, I remembered. And I thought suddenly:    

                                                                                     I really want a crown of lilacs for my wedding! 

                                                                          

This thought just popped into my head.

And I thought of the hot summer days next

to the church walls, drawing with chalks on roasting asphalt. The smell of the lilac bushes thick in the sweltering air, firebugs crawling amongst its roots.

The neighbours ragdoll tomcat rolling luxuriantly in the grass, while our cat, the queen, a splendid red mackerel tabby, perches serenely on one of the gravestones, observing her little world. 

The chestnut tree showering everything

with sticky buds, the feeling of them on your feet, as you run around barefoot.

A cold, cold river flowing right behind the house, the little landing - so perfect for letting your toes hang into the cool wetness, the small fish meandering around the shadows. 

I am so glad I got to experience that.