Myth #6

Myth #6. Hikaris are intensely photo-shy. Yamis don't really mind the camera and tolerate it. (Source 1. Source 2.)

Myth votes: 1/2
Truth votes: 1/2

(At least, that's what the one vote seemed like.)

This myth is, in fact, exactly that. Half true, half false. Unfortunately, our one voter got it backwards. The truth is that hikaris are actually photo-shy and not at all photogenic. Really. Not even a little bit photogenic. Every single photo of me turns out horribly. Except that ear picture I posted. I liked that quite a bit, actually.

It's not that I don't like my appearance. In general, I think I'm a pretty girl, occasionally even beautiful when I'm encouraged by effort to put on a little makeup, spend some time on my hair, etc. But somehow, my smile and my eyes get screwed up in pictures. It's a mystery. It makes sense, however, that the few good pictures taken of me have been taken by Marlie.

Marlie is a camera freak. She loves her camera, which has all these funky lenses that do I-don't-even-know-what, but they look cool. And it's not a new digital camera, oh no. This is an old school, it's-possible-to-run-out-of-film camera. Her hobby started in a photography class she took in the eighth grade based on a guidance counselor's recommendation (I really ought to tell you that story sometime, oh boy oh boy) and kinda took off from there. Suddenly I would go over her house, and by the end of the night, I'd be blinded by her flash. Even though I'm not photogenic, I'm her favorite subject. And, occasionally, she scores an awesome photo of me that I squeal about on Facebook.

My favorite photo by her is one where I'm focused on writing, and I have this odd half-smile, half-grimace on my face. It's almost hidden by my hair, which is wild and crazy in that photo. It was a rainy day and that's just spectacular for perfect curls (NOT. It looked like I had an afro.) But still, there's something about that photo that makes me smile when I look at it. That one, and a picture she took on Valentine's Day when she wrote me a really cute best friend's card. I'm wearing this adorable pink shirt that we found in my favorite store and blushing at a shade that almost matches the shirt because what she wrote was so damn cute. I should begin making a collection on here of cards she's created over the years. For someone who doesn't communicate efficiently with others, she would be perfect at Hallmark.

And although Marlie loves to take pictures, she hates having pictures taken of her. She's allowed me to have a few over the years, but this picture is just one of the kind I usually get of her.

An answer to a question I've been asked a few times now: Yes, this journal is anonymous. Yes, I realize you could probably easily trace my IP address and whatnot- but I'd prefer you didn't. Respect my privacy. I'm considering pouring something out in this journal to get it off my chest, something quite personal. Well, very personal. You know it's got to be personal if even Marlie doesn't know...

Anyway, that picture is probably all you'll ever see of Marlie. And that ear of me.

Consider that the anonymous character of this journal allows me, more than ever, to be free and tell the truth. You can revel in the knowledge that every word in this journal, down to the last grain of a period, is absolute truth. Well, except in cases of names. That's part of the anonymity. And except for conversations that happened before I was 10. My memory isn't quite amazing enough to rattle them off like they're verses from the bible and I'm Jesus.

In apology for being late with my entry, below is a goody. If you frown before you laugh, quit taking yourself so seriously! No one else does. If you laugh first, right on.