Road To Ruin: From Tejas, With Love.

One thing I really enjoy doing is capturing a moment through photography and/or video.  It’s exciting, embarrassing, hilarious, dramatic, awe-striking, depressing, moving, and much much more to re-watch clips later.  I suppose that the emotions that surge after a while are bigger than the range in a rainbow or the variety of colors a color wheel may carry.

I love that stuff.  I love going back to old photos and asking my parents what in the world they were thinking when they styled their hair a certain way in the 1980’s or who that person is holding me at age 1.  It’s just the series of never ending questions followed by the stories and phone calls to others.

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I’m not big on children, a lot of people know this.  Though if I were to ever have kids or nieces and nephews, I suppose they’d do the same to me.  Luckily, I’ve yet to style my hair in a strange manner though I have gone through my share of different colors [which I continue to do so, hahaha!] so I hope I never get those kind of questions style-wise.  I wonder what they would say, if they’d think I was cool for whatever I did or whatever I’d been through then.  I wonder what they would ask other people and if they’d ask about other stuff from the past constantly, like my time in HS or college.

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For example, in this photo:

Would they think I was boring and later express confusion when they saw a photo of me looking like a badass in a faux-leather jacket chugging a Heineken?  Would they think I was some sort of party girl?  Would they be unsurprised by this?  Would they ask about my multi-colored hair?  Would they ask if I already had a tattoo by this time?  Would I be looked at as pretty or ugly?  Would I be asked when this was and would I know the date?  If it were my own kids, would they ask if I already knew their father then?  Did he party with me?

In this photo:

Would they inquire what happened to my car if I no longer had it?  Would they ask for a Mustang when they turned 16?  Would they think the glasses were cool?  Would they ask about what other cars I’d owned?

I wonder.  It’s like the Little song by Something Corporate.