So this week we took photos on instagram like an angsty teenager who is going through an artistic phase. My art teacher assigned this project due to something having to do with “diversity” or whatever. Personally? I don’t really care. Everyone has their own story to tell, even if its just what they ate for lunch. Some lives are more boring than others. Some people are more active than others. I personally don’t really care.
For instance, I took this photo right here. Why? Because my life is boring as heck. Most of our lives are incredibly boring, with pictures of pets, food, selfies, etc. I suppose that perhaps in this “boringness” we find a common thread, because if we weren’t all the same level of “boring”, what would we have to share with eachother when something exciting happened?