You know, when I was in junior high and really struggling socially, trying to hang onto hope through the cunning use of Ralph Macchio, I tormented myself with questions as to WHY I was so unpopular. Was it my bad clothes? My bowl cut? My braces? My glasses? Or was it a combination of all of the above?
In retrospect, however, I think the fact that I thought it was fun to take photos like the one below during our free period in junior high (out in public, where anyone could see) probably goes a long way toward explaining my low status.
After looking through the pics you’ve posted, I’m thinking it was the bowl cut after all.
Thanks for sharing all this stuff with us.
I would have to say that whatever the reluctance or resistance to being photographed is called, you and your friends always seem to have had the opposite.
Well, you know, we are all actors. Kinda goes with the territory. Even if it means you look like a total jagoff on the playground of junior high. The whole point of LIFE is to be photographed as often as possible!
I feel like Papillon-“You are charged with the most heinous crime of all–a wasted life. How do you plead?” “GUILTY..”
There’s that great quote from Postcards from the Edge – something like, “We’re built for public, not private…”