Not being crazy about having one's picture taken.
Personally, and not to engage in superfluous splitting of hairs, but I think we all, secretly, like to have our pictures taken, being the essentially possessed of low self esteem, grateful for any and all attention underneath it all flawed mere mortals that, truth be told, we all are.
And the whole "not liking it" thing is simply self deprecation in disguise, a pro-active, pre-emptive effort to satirize and/or sabotage the outcome before anyone else has the chance to do it.
Put simply, a pixelated management of expectations.
Another photographic psychobabble comes to mind here.
It turns out that we really do appreciate the way we look in pictures.
Once we have evidence of the way we once looked in pictures.
Something along the lines of "well, I'm not crazy about the way I look here, but, thank God and Eastman Kodak that I don't look as ridiculous as I did __________".
Admittedly, this isn't unfailingly true for everyone.
Some people really do photograph well from the get go and then lose that sparkle, shine and/or waistline as time marches on.
This sociological/physiological tendency resulted in the Godsend technological advance known as Photoshop.
That said, most of us find that the camera cringe factor is less in the here and now than when reliving the there and then.
And with a little application of a healthy sense of humor, we can look back with graciousness and gratitude that what we thought looked good years ago makes how we look now a stone cold case of looking good.
To wit...this picture from my checkered past appeared, courtesy of one of my precocious children, on Facebook recently.
The picture is thirty years old, give or take trip around the sun or two.
And, while remembering the times, I do not remember ever seeing this picture before.
My first reaction was two fold.
And acyronmic.
OMG.
BWAHAHA.
And, at this moment, a third emotion has arrived.
At this moment, I'm looking pretty good.
How about a song?
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