To be completely honest with you, I used to HATE when people posted pictures like these. All I could ever think is, "Know ones life is that much fun" and "That is so fake." Then I got to thinking... who cares? Who cares if it is fake? Who cares if it looks like they are having way to much fun sitting on the floor of their best friend's bedroom? I bet at that very moment when a little piece of time was captured in a photograph they were having fun. Because you know what, it is fun to sit on the floor of your best friend's bedroom. It is fun to walk around the streets at night doing nothing but laughing and enjoying the crisp night air. It is fun to look like you are having way to much fun, because at that moment you are.
People are always complaining about people being so fake on Instagram or Facebook. I used to be one of them. They say that the photos they post are nothing like their real lives, and blah blah blah. You know what, you are right! Those photos probably aren't anything like there real life. The majority of us probably do the exact same thing. We sit around on the couch cuddling with our dogs (or cats), catching up on the latest episode of New Girl and Pretty Little Liars (oh, that's just me... shame). But when we do choose to put down the popcorn bowl and venture outside, everything changes. We want to capture the nights walking around the city, or laughing with our best friends. The nights we go to dinner at midnight, and order WAY to much food. We capture these moments with a photograph because these are the moments we want to remember. To tell you the truth, I don't see anything wrong with that. And I see now that the only reason it bugged me before is because I was jealous of all those best friend laughing, driving in the car listening to t swift rocking, city night walking, too much food eating photographs.
In all honesty, I never took these pictures for the fear of being judged the way that I used to judge. Now I realize it is all kind of ridiculous. Who cares?!?! Like for real, who cares? I am angry that the fear of what other people might think has caused me to not capture memories I wish I had. The random ones that you look back on ten years from now, and can still remember every laugh and every word that night consisted of. So you know what I am going to do? I am going to start now. I am going to document. I am going to freeze those little moments of time into a photograph, because there is nothing wrong with that. If people have a problem with it, then they don't have to be a part of it. I am just ready to not let the fear of being judged control what I do. So bring on the pictures, and bring on the memories! And bring on the weird looks, because there are always plenty of those to go around.
*images via Pinterest
