Another happy night spent together. I love every minute we spend together. We get to see each other every day, and by now it feels odd if we don’t. We spend hours together talking, watching Netflix or YouTube, wasting time on Tumblr, or driving around in my car. We’ve spent so much time in my car. We go there to get away from people, go on an adventure or because my roommate kicked us out for some stupid, made-up reason. We’ve laughed a lot and had a lot of talks in that car. I’ve gotten to know a really amazing person during the time spent in that car. So here we are, making our best fish faces at each other and having another good night.
Tonight I thought about myself. I thought about my mistakes. I hate mistakes. I hate making them. Sometimes they’re just embarrassing, like when you mess up a part of a speech in class. Other times they hurt yourself, like when you burn yourself or bury your car in snow because you were driving too fast. I’ve never minded those much. The worst though, are when they hurt other people, especially when they hurt those you care about. Think about it. Some word you said or some action you did caused pain or stress or worry or anger to someone you care about or someone you love. It can be such a little action, something you normally wouldn’t think twice about. But it can still hurt someone. And when you see that you’ve hurt them, it’s the worst feeling in the world. And the only thing you can do is say sorry and hope that you can make things better in some way. And you learn to be mindful of what you do and how it affects everyone around you. You start to pay attention. You start to care a little more. And you think about those mistakes.
So I took a minute to stop and reflect. I took a minute to stop and look around me. Trying to come up with another photo, while you’re stuck in a tiny dorm room can be challenging. And then all of a sudden I remembered my window. I usually have the blinds down. I don’t have much of a view. But tonight I pulled the blinds up and looked out. And I saw Marian, my room and myself all at once in the reflection. So there I am. There’s my home, my life and myself all in one little shot. A photo of a reflection. A photo that is a reflection.
I spent the majority of my day laying around reading a book called The October Country, by Ray Bradbury. It’s a collection of his short stories. I really enjoy reading his work and this one has not disappointed. The stories I’ve read so far have had an element of horror in them, though it’s very subtle. I really enjoy his style of horror. It basically is him taking a look at what’s inside of us all. He looks at the monsters inside people and exposes them in his stories. I think that is what’s so great about his writing. He made people look at themselves. So I decided to turn the camera on myself and take this self-portrait. I think it’s kind of eerie and I thought it summed up the stories that I had read.