Vanity

I don't like pictures of me. I have forty eight volumes of photos and almost none of them are of me. I take the pictures in this family.

I really don't need any pictures of me. I don't generally need any really good photos of me, but suddenly I feel very foolish when someone asks for a recent photo and all I really have are some two or three years old. What does it matter what I look like anyway?

Hmm, that is a good question. Why am I so sensitive about this? I obviously have a problem about how I look now. That makes me ashamed of myself in so many ways. I might have even violated a good friendship trying to dodge the picture issue and for that I am truly sorry. I didn't even realize I was doing it at first. Most people are perfectly happy with those photos.

I don't know what to do about it at this point though. What is done is done. If that person reads this, please know that I apologize from the bottom of my heart for being so stupidly vain.