It's really weird how one perceives themselves. Whether in accomplishments. Or in pictures. In pictures, it's easier to justify how good or poor you feel about yourself. It's always that blemish, that angle, the lighting, the whatever that makes you less than appealing. To yourself. I hate most pictures of myself. Once in a while, I'll see one that I like. It's never a portrait. I have portraits that I am fine with but overall, not really. Still, there they are. Representing me in Facebook.

In accomplishments, I think I feel worse. I can talk all day about how it all went well. And nothing I can do will change it. So, I live with it and am happy with the outcome. But am I really happy? Not really. Whether you believe it or not, you still try to live up to something that happened as a child. And to this day, as much as I try not to, I still am looking to find that lost point. That lost point that no amount of praise or thanks brings back.

So, what does one do? I don't know. I'll never be happy with how I perform. I'll rarely be happy about how I look in pictures. But I have to accept how I come across. And not worry too much. And not be too harsh on myself. And maybe, one day I'll be happy with both. Maybe. Later.  ¶ 10:15 PM