The Life Vicarious

I need to make an appeal to my fellow man today. Stop showing me your vacation photos! I'm sorry if I've ever said or done anything that led you to believe that I give a crap about your trip to Disney World, but I don't. And I couldn't care less about your office Christmas party or that time your cousin from Lisbon visited and you took him out to Red Lobster or, frankly, any photo you have that I'm not in. In fact, even if I am in the photo, I probably don't care, seeing how I was probably somewhere in the venue when the picture was taken. Oh yeah, I have some memories of when we all went to that baseball game, but I don't remember it being quite so out of focus...