Thanks, I do not want to take your Instagram photos!
Meanwhile, I hate it, when friends spontaneously pull me in their arms. According to experience, they will then do with the other arm Documentsselfies our embrace, on which they smile smiling and I scowl. If you ask them to at least not upload this publicly, they react uncomprehendingly to sniff: "Why? You do not look that bad.? Thank you!
Recently I was at a birthday, which was celebrated several times in different settings. In the invitation you were already instructed to adjust the outfit accordingly. The guests sat stylishly or danced photogenic with raised arms or just hugged decorative in landscape format appropriate trilogy? as part of the public staging #birthdaygirl #soblessed #beautifulfriends. Otherwise, they had to take care of themselves, because the birthday boy was busy with virtual friends on social media to celebrate and congratulations on Facebook to comment.
I am not Garnierbeilgae for the photo
Almost everyone has become his own blogger, and the Circle of Friends has to be available as an optical Garnierbeilage for postings unasked. More and more events have to take place without me. If you have to claim the right to your own picture at a private dinner and have to defend this old-fashioned attitude for hours, the mood damage can not be corrected by many Gin Tonics. I do not want to have to watch on Facebook and Instagram the next morning, how obviously annoyed I was that guests mutated into paparazzi. Or how funny I look with a full mouth chewing.
Not stuffy, but exclusive
Once upon a time there was a private life, and that, like all essentials, was invisible. I miss it. In the Berghain, Berlin's most underground club, there is a strict photo ban: Without surveillance by cameras, it lives and feels more intense. I am not stuffy, but exclusive! Because nothing is sacred to a handful of Likes: On the Internet videos are braced, in which lonely grandfathers break down crying, because you surprised them with a dog puppy; others are filming how their children are freaking out because they do not want a new sibling.
So touching or funny is that? I do not want to see it. How can you reveal your loved ones to the public? Is not that legally and morally wrong? I would feel so humiliated if I had a temper tantrum and my children were filming it and saying "LOL! Mommy meltdown? would send in the eternal Google hunting grounds.
For a long time, the "Bravo" dwarfs work on their lives as a photo story. Lovers choose each other according to their Instragramtauglichkeit as a couple. Children are no longer allowed to be ungestreetstylt on the playground. Only I'm tough: No, I do not have a photo for you! I'm not a nerd in your social media staging. Can we still be friends anyway?
