The root of this habit is kind of unexpected. Over 10 years ago when I was nursing a sorely broken heart, my ex's skankoid made a comment on Myspace directed at me (Myspace shows you just how long ago this was) when she said "I can't help being popular." This was despite me having nearly 3 times as many online friends as she had at the time. So my immediate thought was 'Popular? Seriously?'" From there I made it a point to capture myself having a banging ass time and looking fly as hell, despite the fact that at the time, many times as soon as that flash was done, I immediately ran to the bathroom to bawl my eyes out. I knew that I was being watched (and still am) so I figured that I'd give her the show of a lifetime.
But what I learned in that was that sometimes pretending can become a reality. Although at the time I was miserable, I took pics of myself smiling and having the time of my life. Fast forward a decade later and I'm still taking pics with my friends but for new reasons- I love my existence so much now, that I want to remember the people around me forever. My professional life is amazing, I've accomplished so much while in graduate school, met amazing people, have a host of the most talented and beautiful people around me and I live a life that dreams are made of. How awesome is that?