Funny thing I’ve noticed lately. People avoid taking pictures of me. It works for me since I don’t generally like getting my picture taken, unless it’s by a photographer (in which case I love cooperating because I know how it iz). But it’s got me thinking: what if I have a major deformity on my face and no one wants to be the one to show me? What if, for some reason, I cannot see it? A sort of Truman Show situation where everyone knows something I don’t. Maybe I’m used to seeing myself this way that I find it normal, but maybe by others’ standards I’m not. My whole life always comes back to a variation of the Truman Show, and yet, I haven’t watched it since I was a kid. Maybe it’s because I saw it at such a young age that the idea of it stuck with me forever, but I remember it vividly. Or at least what I’m sure I watched. I’ve never really gotten over it- not because it scares me, or because it’s possible, but because so many strange, inexplicable instances could be theoretically explained by my life being like Jim Carrey’s in the Truman Show. It’s a silly notion. But hey, good film.
