So I used to be friends with this guy WAY back in the day and I recently looked him up on a random social networking site, just to see how and what he was up to. Well I read something he had posted and he was basically complaining. This guy is not a nice person and he isn't afraid to show it. I can't even think of anything to compare to him. For some people, he is like a black hole that sucks everything from them (like me). For others, he is the most protective and loving person (his friends/girlfriend). Then others he will beat up for nothing more than saying something wrong. He is a very troubled boy. Well he posted something that actually resonated with me and made me feel like a hypocrite, which is the reason for this journal post. I am NOT a photographer. Nor have I ever been and nor will I ever be. I have never declared myself a photographer, past or present. The pictures that I have put up on my account were just fun pictures that I took on a trip and liked the look of. Again, I am NOT a photographer. I don't have that insight into objects that can put out a beautiful picture. If you want to see some great photography, look on my favorites. There are bound to be some there.

I probably shouldn't let the words of an unhappy, ex-best friend resonate so loudly with me, but I am who I am and he was a big part of who I am. That's a whole different story. I'm going to post another short story... possibly. Maybe. If I'm in the mood.