I have a strange aversion to appearing in photographs.
Fairly sure I’m not the only one either. If anything there’s those shy high-school girls that say they never looked pretty in pictures… so I guess I belong to that group now. Teen angst aside though, something puts me off about appearing in pictures. Just being in the background of someone’s holiday snap isn’t that big a deal, but don’t you dare point that lens at me and ask me to smile for it.
It’s hard to say what it is that so unnerves me about it. Perhaps it’s the permanence of the picture, the fear of being captured in a moment that isn’t entirely as genuine as it could’ve been. Forever stuck there, a more uncanny part of my existence, never to escape from that still-frame.
Or maybe I’m just shy and never look pretty in pictures. Who knows.