Thursday, March 12, 2009

a picture is worth a thousand words

I know I'm not the only one in the world who's a complete mess. This led me to think, hey, why not have some of my friends guest blog? So my friend was kind enough to email me this blog-worthy story of hers. The name was changed to protect the innocent (or not, as the case may be!). I hope you enjoy and if you have any stories that you'd like to share just email me!. And with that, onto the story --

Everyone loves pictures, right? I mean, even if you end up looking not great or with spaz-cake hair, you deal, because, hey, you've probably captured a pretty good time in your life. Why else would you have a camera?

Well, there are other possible reactions to "fun" photos, I'll have you know. A while back, a boyfriend (at the time) and I were having a real love fest. I was in boarding school at the time, and the term "privacy" was pretty much unheard of or specifically discouraged. Thus, having a boy in one's room? Not a chance. And, this boyfriend was older and lived 3 hours away, so when he came to visit, we'd drive somewhere to get some, ahem, privacy. At one point in the fall of my senior year, the boy came down to visit and we took a nice drive over to some corn fields near school. It was a nice day out and we took a little stroll and found a secluded spot for a little "alone time." As this was a long distance relationship, he liked to take pictures of occasions and although we'd never taken.. exposed.. pictures before, I was definitely not opposed. It was kind of fun!

At this point, I should mention that the camera was not a fun, new-age, check your photos instantly one.. but rather, develop and in three weeks get your photos back kind. Wow. Ballsy, I know. I suppose I never really intended to get the developed, and I didn't. Weeks later, the photo canister had been forgotten deep amongst my messy dorm room, and I traveled home for Thanksgiving break. I piled my stuff into the house and a few days later, headed back up to school. Not a week later, I get a phone call. Conversation is as follows...

Mom: Hi Jane!
Jane: Hi Mom, how are you?
Mom: Good. Listen, I think we need to talk

--What the hell?!

Jane: Sure, what's up?
Mom: Well, Jane. I decided to get some photos developed this week and I gathered up all the canisters I could find. I didn't realize one might be yours...

--What? Wait.. No fucking way.

Mom: Jane, you should really be more careful about taking photos like this and getting them developed. It's really inappropriate...

--*More silence*

Jane: To be fair, mom, I didn't get those developed. I'm not sure I was ever going to...
Mom: Oh.... Well, you shouldn't take photos like that anyway...

Awesome. Love those sweet mother-daughter moments, don't you? It's never been spoken of since...

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