I tried a whole bunch of times and continued to fail. I cut off heads or inserted a thumb. I grimaced at the wrong time or squinted when I shouldn’t have. I memorialized people behind me, catching them doing things they didn’t want people to see them doing. I turned the whole landscape into a blinding flash. Finally, I admitted my limitations and handed my cell phone over to a stranger to take a picture of my family and me on our outing to the beach.
I admit it. I’m a selfie failure. But, happily, my family loves me in spite of my shortcomings.
