The Selfie

The selfie: a photo of oneself, preferably when you look dang good. Of course.

Today I wrote a passive aggressive status on Facebook- I couldn’t help myself. It was as though my deepest rooted annoyances splurged out of my fingers at once…

Stop taking selfies- we all do it, but YOU are out of control. We are sick of your face.

If you read this and thought I was directing this at you… Stop.

As I rewrote that, I had a laugh with myself. Partially because I think it’s true and partially because I realize how obnoxious I have a tendency to be. In all reality, I hate passive aggressiveness. If you’re going to direct comments towards people, be upfront. However, the growing trendepidemic of the selfie leads me to direct this post to no individual in particular… Just all of us.

I get it. I am guilty of the selfie- I take them to check my makeup, I take them to see how my butt looks in a bathing suit if I’m in a picture in my bathing suit, I take them to send to my friends on snapchat, I take them because I feel good.

Sometimes when I feel particularly adorable I wish I could snap a picture and have my friends drown me in compliments. That’s the way I always imagined I would die- drowned in compliments. However, something stops me every time I peruse through twenty photos of myself posing in the passenger seat of a car- I’m being an asshole. No one actually woke up and thought to themselves, Today, I hope Talia posts a photo of herself at her desk. I hope she lets me know that today is a slow day, but hey, TGIF.

Maybe we only share when we feel our best, and we share our desired reality. But I don’t want you to only know the world that I have manifested for myself behind a computer screen- because, it’s not the whole truth. I am not perfect. My hair is not always done. I am not always running or doing yoga or spreading positivity. Sometimes I eat entire chocolate Easter bunnies by myself when I’m home alone (see: yesterday) Sometimes I am unbelievably whiny and enjoy using the phrase- today I hate everyone.

And this is not always me:


But this isn’t either:

And so after posting a whole lot of nastiness, I requested (under my own selfie) a selfie of others… And the results are in:










And what I realized is these pictures make me so happy- I asked for a selfie and I got one. With pets, and babies, and funny faces. We take selfies because they can be quite the good time. So selfie away- just slow your roll… We know what you look like.

I Crashed a High School Reunion

Despite the title, I did not truly crash a high school reunion, however, I did attend John’s 10 year high school reunion last night. I debated pretending I went to high school with his former peers, but realized that’s weird. Instead, I began to feel a tidbit reminiscent of my own high school days which weren’t too long ago. 

And I began to think… 


shameless selfie thinking face. In my bathroom. Because where else would you take a shameless selfie? Or maybe I am ashamed and that’s why I’m explaining myself…

In this day and age going to a 10 year high school reunion is a little humorous. So, what are you doing these days? Ok, let’s cut the bull. I actually already know exactly what you are up to. I follow stalk you on Facebook. And then there’s the other piece. We currently are the generation of people who live at home forever. Last night there were quite a few what are you up to these days with some awkward silences. Our parents generation were buying homes, getting married, and having kids left and right by this point. I’m at the stage where my friends tell me they are having a child, I ask if they are OK with that. The last time I asked, so, wow, are you ready? She responded with… I’ve been married two years. Yes. I planned this. Maybe I just need to grow up! 


ImageAlso, I would like to apologize for the ecards I just posted. Unless you found them funny… In that case, I did too. 

In my nostalgia I began to think, have I changed that much since high school? Possibly to some degree. For example, I am not nearly as liberal as I was then. I used to fight everyone in my government class with my ideologies and tell everyone I will change the world! I may have believed I would be Michelle Pfeiffer from Dangerous Minds. I also cannot eat a bagel everyday for breakfast, eat fries everyday for lunch, and come home from work and chow down on a bag of pizza bites and/or pizza bagels (depending on whatever my friends mom bought that week). Oh, youth. On the other hand, I kind of look the same. Literally. I still look like a teenager sometimes. I got carded for redbull once, I didn’t even know they could do that.  


Fellow blog friend, Jess from probably blogging about food circa 2004.

So, I thought to myself- what do I have to show for myself in the past ten years? Can I say I am content with all that I have done. And that doesn’t have to do with a job, a degree, or other “achievements” we place such a focus on. Yes. I am. I’m just happy. And happiness is not necessarily my life is perfect and amazing and wonderful. But my life is real. And I’ve worked for what I have and for that I am proud. So I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m really looking forward to seeing my old friends and acquaintances at my own high school reunion in two more years. Maybe I’ll bring John and have him convince everyone he graduated with us.