The mania about the old age face app is what started it this morning. Why I wanted to do it…who’s to say. The news anchors on KTLA were doing it, so I thought, what the Hell?
I couldn’t find it. So this journey also happened because I’m not technologically app fluent. I went to the only place I know of that has face filters - Snapchat.
I haven’t been on Snapchat in years, so obviously had no idea what my username and password was. Once Instagram stories came out, I felt it was the responsible decision to choose between the platforms, and Instagram won. My interest in knowing what I’m going to look like at age 80 began to fade, while something much more important took its place.
Suddenly, as I submitted my “forgotten password” and went down the rabbit hole of resetting it, I realized I had years of content on Snapchat that I basically threw away when I stopped using the app. Videos, pictures, moments in time that I had moved on from were waiting for me once I was able to access them.
Three Re-Captchas and two mobile phone verification codes later, I was in. And there they were - memories from 2015 and older were safe in their grids as if I had never left. I frantically began to download videos of a three year Captain dancing at Maverick’s old house with his shirt off, convincing me he was The Flash, and re-arranging pillows on our bed to suit his design tastes. For a moment, I was mad at myself; how could I have forgotten to save these?
And for me, that’s one of the scary things about technology; everything is in the cloud, nothing tangible. And as platforms I once used daily become obsolete as new ones take their place, am I being responsible enough to save my content before I move on? So far…the answer is no. And what else have I moved on from and what other pieces of time have I left behind? For sure (and yes this is dating myself) I lost parts of my 20’s when Facebook rolled over Myspace. I never saved what was on my page or downloaded the photos - I just moved on, oblivious to what I was losing and naïve to the thought that they would always be accessible to me. It’s a sobering observation.
Tonight I’m going to spend some time remembering how to use Snapchat and downloading these snippets I recorded, and I am eternally thankful for the old age Face app that I never found and for reminding me about all these treasures I had tucked away in Cyberspace.