My Vicky Life


Okay, so obviously I’m in a pathetic mood right now, so I decided it might be a therapeutic exercise to try to push myself into saying something positive about something I’ve negatively criticized in the past. So, for lack of a better idea, (forgive me, Baelyn fans), I visited theloversblog. I began to scroll down, trying to keep an open mind, having a bit of a difficult time with it, when I was suddenly interested to come across this photo (left) of eyeglasses. It instantly reminded me of a photo my ex-husband took several years ago in the apartment we used to live in. We had just gotten our first digital camera, and he decided to play around with it by putting our eyeglasses on the floor and taking pictures of them. I’m not sure what he was going for exactly, but he ended up with this photo (right), which we’ve always called our “ghost picture.” Do you see what looks like a person (without a head) standing in the doorway? But there was no one there that day. No mirrors, no reflections, no nothing, no nobody. To this day, we don’t know who or what that is. So what’s the moral of this story? I have no idea, and I don’t feel much better. I still don’t believe in ghosts, and I still don’t believe in lovers much either. At least not today. I suppose I still believe in Incubus. Maybe I should just go listen to some.