Selfies, for some, is just an attention-seeking-waste-of-time activity. Sure, we abuse it, and people get irritated, especially men. But it’s only half of the story; some of us do it because it’s a personal art that we get to live by.
As much as it is hard to understand, there’s just this strange connection with the camera. Maybe it’s the way a light dances on your skin and hair. And the way it overshadows your unseen emotions. Or maybe it’s how a person’s body playfully struts with the seamless angles. And all of this is a part of giving pieces of yourself, and that makes a still moment — your own personal moment — picture perfect.
Sometimes, all we need is an outlet and we find them through the camera. It’s an expression of how we want others to see our deepest senses, or the beauty of portraying the closest thing we have to ourselves.
Indeed, having gazillion of likes and compliments is just part of the equation; there’s another side that screams for self-expression. And it’s what keeps us coming back for more.
Confessions of a teenage ambivert 