People who post on Facebook are the most ardent group of sunshine pumpers I've ever seen in my entire life. I've seen it time and again; someone posts a horrible picture of himself or herself and everyone comments on how handsome or pretty they are. Everyone knows they're lying, but for some reason they feel compelled to leave a comment and it has to be a positive one.
I guess they want to try to be nice and not mention how horrible the picture looks, so instead they say stuff like “nice sweater”, or don't really mention the picture at all and say something about the upcoming reunion or their kids instead. If I was posting a picture of myself and someone told me that they liked my sweater I wouldn't know how to take it, but I would probably think that it was the only kind thing they could come up with.
I'm more of the "if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all" kind of guy, so I don't say much of anything when I see these bad pictures. Usually when I do end up saying something I stick my foot in my mouth anyway, so silence is a pretty solid policy and has probably kept me from being beaten up a couple dozen times.
So today I conducted an experiment and took a picture of myself in the mirror. It's these kind of pictures that usually generate the most sunshine pumping. I asked myself, would I be told what a handsome little fella I was or how skinny I looked or how pretty my sweater was, all of which are probably not true? See for yourself (the names have been changed to protect the innocent):
Apparently either the compliments are reserved for other people, women maybe, or I have some mean friends. Maybe I should have worn a sweater.
I guess they want to try to be nice and not mention how horrible the picture looks, so instead they say stuff like “nice sweater”, or don't really mention the picture at all and say something about the upcoming reunion or their kids instead. If I was posting a picture of myself and someone told me that they liked my sweater I wouldn't know how to take it, but I would probably think that it was the only kind thing they could come up with.
I'm more of the "if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all" kind of guy, so I don't say much of anything when I see these bad pictures. Usually when I do end up saying something I stick my foot in my mouth anyway, so silence is a pretty solid policy and has probably kept me from being beaten up a couple dozen times.
So today I conducted an experiment and took a picture of myself in the mirror. It's these kind of pictures that usually generate the most sunshine pumping. I asked myself, would I be told what a handsome little fella I was or how skinny I looked or how pretty my sweater was, all of which are probably not true? See for yourself (the names have been changed to protect the innocent):
Apparently either the compliments are reserved for other people, women maybe, or I have some mean friends. Maybe I should have worn a sweater.
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