Looking at Old Photo Albums?

recluse

recluse

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makes me feel malancholic. Reminders of the passing of time gets me down, and it seems like the older i get the faster the years go by. I see pics of me from the 80's and early 90's and i remember how care free i felt, just a boy full of innocence without a care about not having a girlfriend, job, friends.
 
mikebird

mikebird

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Must be a good clear signal that you were the friendliest in the playground! Use that to your advantage. Must have been in your DNA, or a combo or parents and siblings over time, as well as personally the way you reacted, as you grew.

My clearest SA signal was always that going to a particular birthday party shocked me and made me wail like a baby and refused to stay. I wanted to go home with mummy. She should have left me there in the deep end, and made me learn.

I'm glad to be done with reviewing old photos. The entire collection will remain. The old sepia ones of grandparents I can't recognise, having never met.

Now it's up to me to forge new visual records with my beloved, trustworthy, handy DSLR :eek:
 
theslowesthand

theslowesthand

Banned
Yes, i enjoyed watching that, he's a funny guy.
Aren't these graduation speeches inspirational?! I think i might watch Oprah's one next..

But about old photos. I really don't see any need to, personally. None of them make me feel good in the now, so what's to gain from doing so?.
They don't make me feel really bad, just a bit bad at the time, which quickly vanishes if i start doing sth else. And besides, i can't think of ANY photo ever, that has captured "the real me". All those photos are not me, but only the side of me that others saw, ie the social aspect. And since i was absolute cr*p at the social, as well as having no real self-esteem, looking at my photos only reminds me of that. I still don't like that person. The only self-esteem i had was due to excelling at my studies, but that aspect i cannot "see" in my photos, only an ugly, wierd, emotionally-shut-down "anomaly" of a human being.
So the real me was always kept under lock-and-key, away from all prying eyes. It could not be seen or heard, by myself or others. Why look at photos of a complete stranger, whom is an ugly, unhealthy shell of a human being?? I'd rather look at images of the elphant man or similarly grotesque images.

And i never was a happy, carefree kid. Always overly serious, grumpy, dissatisfied. Overall i would say i'm about as happy as i was back then. My personality traits have not changed .. still an anxious, obsessive, perfectionistic worrier & an emotional-basketcase. So there's almost absolutely nothing i miss, that i haven't got now. One of things maybe is company (living at home, & school days). And schoolwork, tests, etc. And playing cards/chess.
 
Piece_By_Piece

Piece_By_Piece

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There are a few photos from my childhood that I'm actually afraid of looking at. Though sometimes I still go through them. The reason why I'm afraid is because they awaken such strong emotions in me (though not all of them of course). Mostly hatred, bitterness, anger... Unfortunately.

I feel like even if I have happy memories that come to my mind when looking at the photos, I start to think it's just a lie, I start to think that there was something really bad behind that seemingly happy photo anyway. Yeah, that does sound bitter. Sometimes I might start crying while looking at them.

I have a bad habit of clinging to the past. I might spend hours and hours going through old class photos and all kinds of papers from the past (my childhood). I have still yet to figure out why exactly I keep doing this.
 
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