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June 20, 2004 |
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No Love Lost
FOUND by Heather
in New York, New York
I found this in 2000. One can sense a lot of anger here; obviously this romance didn't work out and (I speculate) the parting was not amicable.
Like a lot of people I have shown this last photo to, I wonder if sometime, somewhere I have pissed off someone enough to do just such a thing to some photo of me. Given that I had a jilted would-be paramour who broke into my locker before finals and ripped up my entire portfolio of drawings, I think I know the answer.
Regardless, to this day, I have a problem with having my picture taken.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
Ouch!
When this image of the day first popped up, I gasped out loud, thinking it was a picture of mine that I had destroyed 10 years ago. I had a boyfriend in the military, and he had given me a picture of himself posing in his barracks. We had a cliche long-distance military relationship, and long story short, he cheated on me. He was my first love, and I was devastated. I took a little pushpin and obliterated the photo.
The pose and posture of this person, along with the background were eerily similar to that of the ex in the picture. That, along with the complete obliteration of the person's face - upon first glance - brought back the memory of this incident, which I had long forgotten about. For a split second, I thought someone had found my picture, destroyed in a late-adolescent fit of jilted anger. It is not my picture...but I have no idea what ever happened to it!
I've always wanted to destroy some photos of mine, but something deep inside of me won't allow it. I'm still convinced that maybe, on some horrible stroke of luck, that everything would work out later in life and that I'd regret losing those pictures. I don't want any of those guys back...But I just can raise the scissors to do it.
I had a hard time destroying pictures of old BF's too...so I just put all of his pics in a box, gave the box to him and told him to do what he wanted with it. That way, if they get destroyed, it wasn't my fault. Stupid, but I sleep easier at night.
Makes me cringe, but I guess most of us have been "torn" and didn't know it. Eeks.
maybe this isn't anyones broken heart. I bet he ditched his friend after they had agreed to go see an Anthrax concert that would have kicked ass! instead he chose to hang out with his new college preppy friends.
maybe this isn't anyones broken heart. I bet he ditched his friend after they had agreed to go see an Anthrax concert that would have kicked ass! instead he chose to hang out with his new college preppy friends.
I'm very concerned...seeing as the person in this picture looks almost exactly like how I used to - down to the bone structure in their arm. I used to have a long black ponytail, wear baggy black clothes, glasses (you can see the frames in the picture) and I used to stand exactly like that.
The only comforting thought is that if you found it in 2000, there's no way it could be me (seeing as that was before my "dark" stage).
Maybe it's my half-sister?
Interesting...
I really wish they'd offered a good Magnify feature for this picture. I'd LOVE to have a better peek at all the photos on this guy's wall back there.
I'm laughing because the top right pic on that wall of pictures looks like a picture of Fisher Price Little People. (the old, choking hazard ones, not the new, obese ones.)