Kindly see high school Me in the middle. So I may have eaten too many Burger King croissant breakfast sandwiches in my youth, and spent too much time laying around, reading the babysitter’s club, but it is Me, just the same. Facebook gives you total control over who you are / what you look like/ how you are perceived  with the whole tagging / untagging of photos thing – I usually never tag anyone in a picture, I allow them to decide if they want to embrace the picture as their Self, or not. BUT – I tried to tag someone in a picture the other day without even thinking about it, and I couldn’t – because they had already UNtagged themselves. They had already said, I refuse to believe that is me. Screw you, friend, that is not me.

But it IS you, man. It’s you.

Profundity.