Didn't want to anyway

Yeah, so, part of me wonders of the wisdom of posting my shower photos. It certainly entertains me at this moment, but, well, I wonder if 20 years on I'll regret the decision to post them. Sometimes I regret the decision of my college yearbook photo: it makes me laugh, it's a good picture, and they put it in the yearbook without censoring (it was even mocked by some of the the next year's seniors), but it probably says more, albeit incorrectly, about me than I'd like it to.

Or at least shows more than perhaps I in my "adult years" would like it to.

The shower photos don't show anything you wouldn't see in a picture of me in a bathing suit. Less than, actually.

Yet, perhaps in a decade when I do decide I want to run for office, or have am vying for a large contract as the lead of some company/group, someone will google for my name, find those pictures and be somewhat scandalized by them, prudes that I imagine them to be.

I know of a lot of things I didn't do in high school or college or whenever, partly because I was scared of the unknown ten-years-down-the-road consequences of my actions. "What if this comes back to bite me?" I'd think.

Now, I care a lot less.

I'm not going to run for City Council, Mayor, Governor, Senator, President. It isn't going to happen any time that I can forsee. I've finally recognized just how much of those roles I don't like, despise in some cases, and realize that, though the potential for bringing rationality into a perceived chaotic mess that current leaders have created, is great, the day-to-day minutae would drive me nuts.

That, and dealing with pompous, uneducated idiots who are determined to out-gump the next opponent, all while they are succumbing to early-onset dementia, just isn't my cup of tea.

If I change my mind in later years, decide that the best way to make a difference is to enter politics (every fiber in my body that experienced any of my science and engineering training resisting such a thought), I'd rather people know who I am through my own words and actions than discover them later in some retarded not-really-but-we-say-it-is scandal engineered by some minion of some moronic, power-thirsty opponent of mine. Look! She posted pictures showing skin on her personal website! The scandal!

Yeah, whatever. This is who I am.

And the pictures are awesome.

A note to me in ten years: this is who you were. Trying to deny it is like trying to reject a part of you: it's not going to work, so accept yourself instead. People change over the years. You did, too. Just remember: you did have a lot of fun during these times. Hugs!