An apology, kinda.

Oh my, oh my. Where are we now? Monday evening. Hope ya'll had a good weekend? Mine was pretty chilled. Work, eat, party, sleep, repeat. Love the routine of being away on a work tour, hate the mundanity of it all though. Whats on the agenda tonight then? Ah, yes. Its coming to me now…

You may have noticed that a few posts ago I took the liberty of having a jab at my ex. This I am indeed guilty of, and now I feel like an asshole. Most probably because I am one. First of all, lets sort this out. I am very much sorry about that. I do in no way regret the condescending slander I hurled through the vast chambers of interspace. I believe in conviction, if I say something, and even more, if you read it here, chances are I stand behind it 100%. What I have come to realise though, that I put myself in a position of being a hypocrite and unprofessional. Here I am on my pedestal of up and coming photographer dishing out advice on how to be professional and deal with this and that and rapping on about how you should be so aware of your reputation and how you deal with your client/subjects, then in the same breath having a go at someone through my showcase to the world? Yeah. I did that. I have these moment's of insanity that tend to bite me somewhere down the line. Im down the line now.

I guess the realisation came when my mom sent me a message asking if I was in Trondheim or in jail for deformation of character. For those of you that don't know my mom or my relationship with her, i'll break it down like this: If I received a complaint in the mail from the cops about a lawsuit involving deformation of character, I would chuck it in the trash and roll a cigarette. If my mom sent me a message lie the one I received from her, I would write a blog posts apologising to all my readers for being a toss. Although I show no remorse to the person all my slagging off was aimed at, I do apologise to all of you that have supported me over the last almost a year. My gratitude is unmeasurable, and from now on, I'll keep my hateful comments towards certain members of the public in a non-return addressed envelope. Except for Jacob Zuma, you my friend can go fuck yourself. Yes. Actually, whilst we're at it, whoever stole my BMX at my 16th birthday party, you can go fuck yourself too. Ok, Im done.

I guess what it comes down too is calibre and karma. For me, I didn't just have a shot at someone over my space that I use to show off my work as a a photographer, I shot myself in the foot, kinda. I guess I feel like a jackass for going on about all that professionalism shit and then taking out my anger on my blog. Im bigger than that and a better person than that. Its also the energy you give off though. Karma is a bitch for sure, imagine if you lent someone money out of the kindness of your heart, and waited for months for them to pay you back, and they went and bought a house instead? Kinda says something about who you are if you cruise with the attitude of just taking and not giving anything. It all comes around in the end, I just need to get my conscious clear and keep truckin'. I want to be recognised as a not just a good photographer, but a great photographer, an epic photographer. I hardly imagine Joe McNally or Zack Arias having a shot at their respective partners over there blog. That shit is weak. Grow up Nic. I know that I'm a good dude, and regardless of whether some people deserve to have their genitals spontaneously explode to prevent them from passing their genes on to any future generations appreciate/tolerate me. If I don't have anything positive to say from now on, I'll post it on Facebook. haha. Once again, Im sorry to all my readers for acting a fool. And sorry Mum for being a tit.

Speaking of which! Facebook! What a joy! I love it! What a rad tool! Ok, I'll stop with the abbreviated sentences now… But really, the power of the internet has once again amazed me. Having liberated my Facebook account from that person I shall no longer mention in polite conversation, I got with it and started making right. This coupled together with Instagram has just rocked my world. Where have you been Instagram? I have become somewhat dependant on that your little speech bubble with a heart silhouette though. I can't believe I was hating on these life changing software gizmo's of so long. Words can actually not convey my appreciation for these two gadgets. Admittedly though, I think I crossed the line today. I was always against food photo's. The point being that food is there for one reason, to be eaten. Why the hell do I want to look at pictures of burgers, cupcakes and all the other shit everyone else is eating? I want to taste these delicious things, not pixel peep at them. Today was a big step though. I took a photo of a bunch of yoghurts on my daily shopping excursion. Yoghurts? Really? Have I turned into a Instahipster overnight? Blogging? Facebook? Instagram? Pictures of yoghurts? (admittedly they were very cute, they had little cartoon penguins in all different colours on them.) I stood there in the shop shocked, stunned and utterly flabbergasted at what I had become… This was all followed by two people immediately liking my new uploaded yogart. (haha, see what I did there.) The whole situation de-escalated fairly quickly, I ended up buying six yoghurts and some other crap for those of you wondering. Iceland pictures coming soon!!! WOOHOO!!! Going to be siiiiiiiick! Have a good night ya'll. N

PS. You can find me on Instagram under the handle: twoshoesphoto

Damn you yoghurt, damn you Instagram.