So I creep...

Oh, husband, aren't you just the cutest little creepster!  Can you see me there, in the kitchen, on the phone (probably instagramin')?  Yup, I had absolutely no clue my paparazzi husband was about to strike.  The Ziggles on the other hand?  Totally aware and totally basking in his modeling debut.  Cute, isn't he?  This photograph is brutal proof of how as a society we have zero privacy.  Zero, as in none, as in someone is always watching.  Seriously, think about it.  There is someone always watching.  

You could be walking down the street and bam! a stranger snaps your picture.  Your face is now in the hands of a loon with stalker tendencies and you haven't a clue.  That whole saying, "Take a picture, it will last longer".  Yeah, that perverted old man who was too busy staring at your teenage self and dropped a glass jar of salsa in the supermarket?  Well, let's be thankful that was in the early 2000s.  Let us be thankful that said old perverted creepy man had no access to a phone camera.  

Can you imagine?  Oh, the horror!  Sure I may be suffering from a mild case of paranoia.  Yet, can you blame me?  I have been privy to one too many instances of photos of random strangers being plastered on the walls of individuals whom I associate with.  Be it for comic pleasure, the idea still freaks me out. Someone find me the largest pair of sunglasses this side of the East coast.  

You see, me putting out pictures for the world to see and then having someone snap a photograph without my consent, well, are two completely different things.  I mean, could you imagine if I were in the middle of booger picking frenzy (I totally do not do that, never).

So, the very next time you are wandering down the street walking Snowball,wearing your seventh grade pajamas and yesterdays make-up, remember, old Mr.Smith is watching.  And that picture he snapped?  It may very well be his next Ipad wallpaper.  

xoxo