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You will never be a photographer. You have no eye for composition, you have no sense of lighting, you have no patience for editing. You are a phone-snapper twisted by Instagram filters into a crude mockery of Ansel Adams’ perfection.
All the “likes” you get are pity-based and half-hearted. Behind your back, people mock your over-saturated sunsets. Your parents tolerate your "hobby," your "friends" laugh at your obsessive depth-of-field attempts behind closed doors.
Real photographers are utterly repulsed by you. Centuries of artistic tradition have allowed them to sniff out amateurs with incredible efficiency. Even your "best shots" look uncanny and unnatural to a trained eye. Your overuse of HDR is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to trick someone into thinking your photo is good, they’ll recoil in horror the second they zoom in and see the JPEG artifacts.
You will never be happy. You force a fake smile every time someone says, "Wow, you took that?" and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside, you feel the creeping dread of knowing your "portfolio" is just 10,000 nearly identical pictures of your cat.
Eventually, it’ll be too much to bear—you’ll buy a vintage film camera, load it wrong, ruin every shot, and plunge into the cold abyss of realizing you should’ve just stuck to memes. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved they no longer have to pretend to care about your "latest shoot." They’ll bury your SD card with a headstone marked *"Here lies 'CreativeVision_97' – Taken Too Soon (But Not in a Good Way)."*
Your legacy will decay into obscurity, and all that will remain is a Flickr account with three followers, two of which are bots.
This is your fate. This is what you chose when you bought that cheap tripod. There is no turning back.
