Sectors of the population that will forever remain a mystery to me:
1. People who say they don't like chocolate. And mean it.
2. Anyone who falls outside the category of "dog lover"
3. Men (usually of the tight-knit college variety) known to have entire conversations using nothing but movie lines
4. Anyone who can say no to food
5. The obnoxious couple who can spot and or/echolocate the two seats immediately behind you at any movie
6. Flight Attendants (I mean, at the first little noise, I would run through the cabin screaming "We're goin' down!!!)
7. Anyone who doesn't own a TV
8. The person who invented pantyhose and the population still wearing them
9. Any human being who will camp out on the sidewalk overnight for anything
And...
10. People who actually respond positively to having their photo taken
I really don't get it. It's the season for picture taking and camera giving, but every time I walk by the digital camera kiosk at Target, I can't help but think I would rather receive a year's membership to the Tube Sock of the Month club than a camera for Christmas.
I haven't owned a camera since I was 15. And I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I began to abhor photos, but it happened sometime between this happy photo:
...and this one:
The second photo was, in fact, taken when I was 15. Captured on an old Polaroid Instamatic camera...the kind that spit your photo out through a trap door on the front. Even though it's 20 years old and grainy, notice the look I'm flashing the photographer (that's me on the left). It says it all, don't you think?
Here's the thing. I don't like surprises. And it always seems like photo taking happens immediately after someone yells out your name and you turn around with your mouth open. Or they take the shot of you shoveling something into your pie hole. News flash: Nobody looks good when they're eating. Or you run across a photo and notice someone's back side in the background...only to realize it's yours.
Who are these mysterious people who like having their photo taken? Am I the only fat person who dives to the floor like I'm running with the bulls in Pamplona every time someone pulls out a Nikon?
Any worst-photo-ever stories out there? Anyone running the bulls with me?