Ray Veen is the Anti-Me. I don’t think that either he or I realized this, but it must be the case. For a while I thought that Matt Betts was the Anti-Me, but it turns out that we’re almost disappointingly similar. If Matt and I were to meet up, we’d spend the time watching PG-13 horror movies between our fingers, interspersed with showing each other pictures of our family and then getting into a hand slapping fight. But Ray and I might eye each other warily from opposite sides of the room. Why? Profile pictures. They may have effectively driven a wedge between us. Er, the cyber us.
I loved his post. (Check out the linky-link above.) He feels that profile pics are contrived and unrealistic. I think they’re just made of awesome.
But I see his point. Online relationships are made and carried out based on an idea that you have of a person. Pictures can be misleading. They can feel dishonest. On the other hand, pictures give you a way to identify with somebody.
I lost a challenge once. I know, I was sorely disappointed. I can’t even remember what the challenge was, but the consequence was that I had to take a fresh faced picture and post it online. My hair couldn’t be done. No makeup. I was to be naked, in a strictly metaphorical sense. And it was scary, because lipstick is armor, boys and girls. I don’t go into a meeting without it. Especially if I think it’s going to disintegrate into a brawl.
But there’s freedom in putting the axe down, as some would say. Let’s strip away all of the pretenses. Look. It’s me. I’m bare. Let’s start a revolution.