About first impressions

Actually the title is cheating a bit.
Well, ok a lot.
This is not really about first impressions, but about how a picture can give us an impression of a person.
A true or false impression; I hope to find out one day.

We were very very good friends, (or maybe I was more best friends than she was, it has happened before) we went to school together and then we lived together for a period. We went clubbing together, we laughed, cried and got drunk together and then I moved to Copenhagen and we sort of lost contact. Very normal, people outgrow each other, choose different lifestyles bla-bla-bla. We were... what, 17-18 years old.

Yesterday I found this best-friends' profiles on a social network site.
There wasn't a lot of information there, but there was one picture. She's looking straight into the camera, she looks like she's eating something, and she has *such* a cold look in her eyes. Like she's bored, or unhappy or just couldn't care less. Arrogant even. I'm probably reading a lot more into her picture (and this comes from me, that untill a few days ago had an almost-pissed look on *my* profile-picture-face, I know) and she's probably sweet, tender and funny just like she used to be. But I couldn't help thinking "whoa, she's changed" when I saw her.
I hope I'm wrong.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Selvfølgeligt kan man let overfortolke et foto - men det siger vel også noget, hvilket foto folk vælger at vise frem af dem selv? Det må da sige noget om, hvordan de ser sig selv..
Wednesday, November 5, 2008 at 5:35:00 PM GMT+1
kyllyan said…
@belle blues:
Hejsa =).
Ja, det mener jeg jo det goer (siger noget altsaa) idet jeg kan opfatte hendes foto saadan. Jeg var bare overrasket over at *jeg* kunne opfatte hendes saadan og overse at mig eget profil-face var lissaa ... hvad , usmilende, cool, whatever.. indtil for faa dage siden. Og jeg vil gerne bryste mig af ikke at falde for first impressions, men jeg roeg lige i =)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008 at 5:42:00 PM GMT+1
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