While looking through old pictures I realized that not only did I ruthlessly delete pictures which were hazy, poor quality or totally random, but also that I could just as easily delete pictures of me in which I was doing something silly or was looking horrible.
Just makes me wonder if that's how memory works - where we selectively retain the good ones while erasing or blocking unpleasant ones? Maybe in that case nostalgia is over-rated. Or maybe I'm just extremely narcissistic.
