you are a moist robot programmed to sad and lol
Photography by Tom Hussey. Click to embiggen.
A great Reddit comment to go with this:
I see a lot of people calling this “sad” or “depressing.” I’m neither old nor young, and it just makes me smile. I’m already beginning to understand.
When you get older, it’s like you hold a secret. Younger people don’t know it, can’t guess at it. It’s who you really are. When you look in the mirror, she’s right there, the 14-year-old who had her first kiss backstage during rehearsal for her first high school drama performance. The 17-year-old with the freshly-shaved mohawk she tried to hide from her parents, who moshed in the pit with the boys. The 20-year-old, knees knocking together as she gave her first poetry reading at her University in front of a bigger crowd than she’d expected. The 21-year-old who was the toast of the town, who danced up on the bar, who drove fast and smoked too much and wore short skirts and cussed like a sailor. Long legs, bleached hair, rubber dress, you’ll always see that girl. Even when you’re 40. Even when you’re 60, probably. And it’s not sad. No, it’s fucking great. Because you lived,and that’s more than a lot of people can say.
And your face gets lines on it, and your hair starts turning white, and people look at you like they look at everybody else, because they don’t know. But you do. You know where you’ve been, and what you’ve done. You see all of your faces in that face. And you may feel a little nostalgia. But you don’t feel sad. Because you have lived.
Plus a number of poignant counter-comments after it.
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