I don’t like this photo. I look awkward. The angle isn’t quite right. The pose is unnatural. My face is sorta smushed. My hair is a mess. When I think of myself, this is not the image I imagine. That happens a lot. I try to stay out of pictures, but whenever my wife manages to snap one when I’m not paying attention or guilts me into posing with the family, I am shocked to see the strange person in my place. The weirdness of it instantly pops off the screen. Everyone else blends in naturally, but I always manage to ruin an otherwise good shot.
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I Don’t Like This Photo
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I don’t like this photo. I look awkward. The angle isn’t quite right. The pose is unnatural. My face is sorta smushed. My hair is a mess. When I think of myself, this is not the image I imagine. That happens a lot. I try to stay out of pictures, but whenever my wife manages to snap one when I’m not paying attention or guilts me into posing with the family, I am shocked to see the strange person in my place. The weirdness of it instantly pops off the screen. Everyone else blends in naturally, but I always manage to ruin an otherwise good shot.