There is/was an old grouping of people, whom I believe to be the North American Indians, that had an "irrational" fear of cameras because they believed that photographs stole part of a person's soul. Most modern persons and scientists disregard this as huey. After all, how can an impression of a scene made by light onto a special chemically treated piece of paper hold part of someone's soul? That just does not make sense.
But, what if it did? What if photographs actually did hold part of a person's life force? There would suddenly become a small fear of being able to die. If part of one's soul is locked away, trapped, then how can one truly die and continue on to the next life?
All of the geniuses who spend their lives locked away in the lab discovering cures for diseases and inventing things that will improve our lives will die. The superficial vain little girls? Because they have photographs of themselves abounding out the wazoo, they shall live forever. Life's sardonic irony.
Personally, I do not take that many photographs. On the rare occasions that I do, it is usually of the landscape or other scenery, not of myself. It is not that I believe myself to be non-photogenic. I am a fairly attractive person. I merely do not believe in photographing one's self multiple times within the same year. Thusly, if anyone was ever interested to know, that is why I do not have twenty shots of my face from nineteen different angles.
