I don’t consider myself a good writer, but I do consider myself to be the worst photographer on the face of this planet.
Months ago, I received a nifty point-and-shoot digital camera (a Samsung D760, nothing fancy) for a job well done at the office. When you have a camera, you have the urge to take pictures of everything: food, scenery, stuff. I hate cellphone cameras the most; I’m particularly annoyed by kawaii poses. If you do that to me on one of my bad days, I will take your own two fingers and gouge out your own eyes with them… but that’s just me.
Business people call it “core competencies:” when you’re really good at something, you stick with it. I know of many writers who are good photographers, but somehow, that just doesn’t hold true for me. As a friend of mine says, I’m “such a good writer” that I’m pretty much incompetent with a lot of things:
- I don’t know how to count change.
- I have zero acting talent.
- I know how to sing, just as long as it’s Backstreet Boys.
- I can’t dance, period.
For this week’s X-List, I decided to take myself to task, and show the world just how bad a photographer I am. As any photographer will tell you, it’s not about the camera: it’s about the person using it. For all intents and purposes, I totally and completely suck.
I hope won’t be seeing any digital SLRs under the tree this year… but you’ll see – literally – what I mean.
