My new computer came with a face recognition program. I don't need to sign in or log in because it recognizes me, or, at least, tries to.
Please, for the love of god, don't use such a program.
Every morning, my hair on end, my face looking like a bloodhound's, I sit here, and stare at myself in the tiny, whitish display. I am truly horrifying, upsetting, and dangerous, and yet, my computer seems to embrace me. It sees it's me, its old friend, and lets me into to all the secrets within.
Sometimes, things just are too wacky, and it tells me that it is "unable to recognize face." Duh, who would? I look like a witch.
then it finally sees me, and we go on with our mututal life.
Meanwhile, I'm ruing the day or at least my face.
Videos and mirrors are overrated. What do I need to see about myself at 5 in the morning that can't wait until after coffee, workout, shower, and a delightful turn with Laura Mercier and her tinted lotions and powders and blushers? What do I need to see that I don't already know about, and do I need to know about the daily and hourly ravages of time?
The answer is no.
I have a plan, but don't tell my computer, not yet. I am going to disable this camera beast and go back to typing in my double secret code. This confrontation with self is not what the doctor ordered (maybe the plastic surgeon did, but not anyone else). No more will I see my exhausted, haggard self with morning hair. No more will I scare myself silly.
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