You know how some people look back at old pictures of themselves and lament flashing a cheesy smile or a goofy grin? Me? Not so much. As I flipped through yesteryear’s photos I quickly noticed a common thread. I mean, besides the atrocious fashion choices and unfortunate hairstyles. I noticed a grimace. Looking at these pictures one might assume I was a neglected child. Or beaten. Or starved. Locked away in a utility closet and only occasionally paraded out to dispel suspicion.
I can assure you that none of the above were true. I really can’t justify that perma-scowl other than to say that clearly I disliked the camera. And not just for a brief period of years, either. As is witnessed in these photos it is clear that my disdain spanned the majority of my childhood. I do recall one especially heinous occasion in which my mom insisted I have my photo taken with Santa. This particular photo opportunity was set up on a crowded street at a time in my life in which I felt I was far too mature for such foolishness. I think I was around thirteen (correct me on this, Mom, if I’m mistaken). I distinctly remember throwing the mother of all tizzies. I don’t remember if they actually forced me to go through with the photo or not, though if they did, that would–no doubt–be worthy of a place amongst the following showcase.
This? There’s absolutely no excuse for this. Not only did I forgo the Mickey ears (hello, what was I thinking?!), but I’m at Disneyland. The indisputable happiest place on Earth!! Could I not manage even the hint of a smirk? Sheesh.
This one (as well as the one above it) was an Easter morning shot. At least in this one I have the phantom of an excuse. Clearly I was cold. Yeah. That’s it. I was cold.
High school in this one, too. I declare it the hands-down winner as judged by the frown-o-meter. Wouldn’t you agree?
I don’t think I actually was grouchy all the time. Despite what these photos would lead you to believe. I mean, I distinctly remember some home videos in which I was laughably silly. Creative. Fun-loving, even. So what’s with the Miss Grumpy Pants pictures? Your guess is as good as mine.