Marching to the beat of a different mandolin

Since deepseasiren asked, here are a couple pictures of me and Toby. I don't have any from Falcon Ridge yet. I rely on the other Shantytowners to take all the pictures there, and those haven't been posted yet. But here you go!
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It's funny, Toby normally sports a full beard, but he's close to clean-shaven in all of these, so I don't feel like they're the best representation of what he looks like, but I do think you can tell we're very happy together :)

I guess I'm a pretty crier? The two photos of me on Facebook that have gotten the most positive feedback (by an overwhelming margin) are both photos that were taken while I was crying.

Exhibit A:


An asshole that I used to be close friends with had just said something that completely crushed me, but I was at a bridge tournament and trying to be professional. My team went on to win our event later that day, but this photo was taken when I walked into the playing site after a sleepless night and had just had my self esteem ripped apart. I still remember what he said and the fact that I remained friends with him for several more months is proof that I was quite mentally ill at the time. Not going to share what he said. I'm sure I'll remember it long enough and then some. But hey, it's a good picture. I was 26 at the time.

Exhibit B:


Here I am looking on as Emily and Chris exchange vows two weeks ago. So I'm crying again, but they're happy tears. That's why I have such a pronounced dimple here -- I normally don't, but I'm sure I was clenching the fuck out of my teeth to keep my face from scrunching up in a sob. So the face is a little forced, but the happiness is genuine. The former is completely forced and fake. These are two of my best hair days ever, I will grant.

Anyway, I just find the phenomenon interesting. And obviously I wouldn't have shared the photos if I didn't agree that they were good of me. Just funny that the response is so much stronger to these two where I was crying than any other shots of myself I've ever shared.