Last week listened to : My Heart Is A Storm
Hellooo ! Long time, no see ! I meant to share two posts last week - May's playlist and parts of an outfit - but I was so busy with the amazingly hot weather, summer exams and then, enjoying myself after those exams that I didn't have the energy to even think, let alone post online ! I'm not exaggerating a lot or bragging when I say that since Thursday when we got our summer holidays at 1.10pm, I have seen friends more than I did over the three months of last summer (or previous summers for that matter.) ! I've also been spending time with family and watching TV shows or films (Grease the Musical .... Nijiro Days and Fairy Tale ... watched the amazing 80s film 'Mystic Pizza' last night - it is the best !). Unfortunately also, as a result of being out so much, the aftermath of exams and just being so content, I have had no motivation and either too much energy or none at all ! For weeks, I've been getting up at ridiculous hours of the morning to either study or finish off homework. This means that my sleep pattern has been all over the place, leading to me staying awake almost all night twice, although on the first occasion I did get to see an amazing sunset so it was quite worth it. I'm slowly beginning to adjust to not having any work to do (I'm taking the month of June off from study.) and I also haven't found any summer work so to keep boredom and a lack of motivation at bay, I have decided to attempt to teach myself some basic Spanish !
It's a minefield. The online world is criticised for depicting their lives as 'perfect' and 'flawless' when sharing online, however, when the online world open up about the ways in which their life is not so 'perfect' and 'flawless', they are also criticised. The online world is not real. It is not real at all. It is not natural, crafted without force, it is staged. It is not a physical thing - living or not. And for that it must be acclaimed. It is art in the way that it is crafted to portray different realities - whether they are the best bites of reality or the worst. I suppose that is why my Instagram strictly consists of photographs that I have chosen to be of certain hues, photographs that I have chosen to be positioned in a certain way, photographs that I have chosen to be somehow 'staged'. Occasionally, I'll choose to share 'less staged' photos, whatever they consist of. But at the end of the day, I adore photography and photography means many different things to me but most of all memory keeping. It's a almost of sentimentality or a form of hoarding.
I take photographs of everything - I always have. I take photos of every sunset, first thing in morning and photos of a lot of sunsets, late at night. I take a photos of my rabbits when they go for a nap together. I take photos of my surroundings every time I have an anxiety attack or meltdown in the school bathrooms. I take photos of my family sitting together or when we have a nice meal. I sometimes take a lot of photos of food. I carry a disposable camera everywhere. I take photos of my friends acting like goofs. I take way too many photos of nature and I take selfies for the most ridiculous reasons. For example, at the end of my last summer exam - art history - and then photos, of the notebook page where I had doodled and written Alice Cooper lyrics. I LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY !
Wow, this is similar to a therapy session.