The clichéd life is the happy life

Innovators are out inventing important things. Things that will change the world. Things useful. Things like a camera that won’t allow you to take clichéd pictures.

Okay, I don’t know if a camera that won’t let you take pictures is useful or world changing, but it is true. Someone did invent a camera that, when taking a picture, scours the internet to make sure no pictures were taken on that same spot. If there are more than so many pictures of the same thing on the internet, the camera won’t work. In other words, it forces you to be original.

This is not the camera to buy if you want to go to any tourist destination. You can’t take pictures of the Eiffel Tower or the Statue of Liberty. Your vacation destination might be limited to eastern Wyoming.

And if you are living in American Falls, don’t try to take a picture of someone holding a big fish. I just did a quick picture search on the internet for “American Falls, Idaho,” and many of the pictures were people holding big fish. This appears to be a little fishy to me. I might just start up a side business of selling plastic model fish to hold for pictures outside of the west boat dock. Hopefully no fishermen invest in a camera that won’t let you take pictures that tell fish stories.

Some clichéd pictures are really important. Many couples have pictures on their mantle piece showing themselves holding hands in front of a white backdrop. It’s an important reminder of good times. It at least shows visitors that after years of sagging bodies and bulging waist lines, a woman was in her right mind when she married her man.

Being cliché is not so bad. Sometimes a clichéd life is a happy life. Sometimes the clichéd answer is the right answer. But try telling that to a bunch of teenagers with purple hair, tattoos and piercings, who are trying to look like anything but everybody else, and you’ll get some nasty looks back. That’s okay. They usually come around, and in fifteen years most of them will have ordinary jobs and mature relationships. The tattoos will still be around, but they’ll be trying to incorporate the old ones into new ones of their kids names.

There’s plenty of benefit to originality, but sometimes originality is just strange. Take a look at modern art. It’s art, they say, but it just looks like paint splattered to me. Or take an art piece, which I just saw on the National Endowment for the Arts website, that had three plain black canvases, with one strip of red along one side. What is that about? Give me a woodsy scene any day. Or just take a picture, if your camera will let you.

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