I get selfies. I get the need to put our best face forward. We stop, put aside all our cares and troubles, smile for a few moments and take a selfie to show the world how happy we are -0 even if only momentarily. And then, we resume the daily grind of living in a broken world.
Taking a selfie is like standing in front of a mirror. Only, this time, the image is immortalised and can be shared with a thousand, two million or twenty million people who do not really know us or care a hoot about what goes on in our lives. But selfies make us happy. Selfies are therapeutic. I get selfies.
But I do not get the selfie stick. So, we want to take selfies without our shooting arm showing in the resultant photo, or we want to take a groufie (that’s a group selfie) of 50,000 people, or we finally found out how ugly we are in close-up shots and now need a long stick to make sure that our acne, warts and moles don’t scream out the photo.
So, people wake up in the morning and feel not fully dressed if they do not carry a selfie stick along with them? I can imagine that with the stick being extensible/retractable, the ladies can carry theirs in those huge bags of theirs. The guys? Carry theirs like they would a walking stick or like a short umbrella?
No; I don’t get selfie sticks. Thankfully, I have never run into anyone using one. I have the nagging suspicion that I might do something stupid. Talk to me. Help me understand this new fad about selfie sticks.