Last night my friend, Aly, came home from being away for the weekend. My other friend, Monica, and I sat with her in commons trying to fill her in on all she had missed. Monica and I were in tears due to our laughter, there are just some things you need to experience yourself. Experience is defined as “to encounter or undergo,” to experience can be to view a picture. As humans, we react to visual stimuli. We can put ourselves into a moment with a simple image. I turned to Monica and told her that us and all of our friends needed to start taking more pictures.
I understand a normal college weekend is not a memory I may want to cherish forever, we have 3 and a half more years of these same weekends. Weekends that Aly won’t have to miss. Despite the older generations protestation of mass social media and the bragging aspect of our oversharing; they seem to forget that sitting around and telling memorable stories has been around since the dawn of time. Why should we be bashed for being able to enhance the mental image of the person we are sharing the story with by providing an actual image? There are so many pictures I wish I had taken.
In 11th grade I did an experiment where I tasted a green, orange and grape liquid, not knowing what any of them actually were. The entirety of the class guessed that the green was apple flavored, orange was orange and purple was grape. My teacher later revealed that all three of the drinks were just sprite with food coloring. Humans trust their sight the most when compared to all other senses. On the first day of class we read about a suffering family with a violent father. Many agreed with the fact that the photographer did not take the photo. When I scroll down my Facebook feed or a news source. I am drawn to the articles with pictures. If that photographer had taken the photo and drawn attention to this community of suffrage, maybe other children could have been saved.