On a recent flight home from Queensland I encountered a social situation I had no idea how to navigate.
A woman sitting a couple of seats in front and to the left of me was taking a selfie. Not a discrete ‘I’ll just pretend I’m looking at my phone’ kind of selfie. This was an ‘arms up in the air, hair dramatically tossed to from side to side as she sought the perfect pose’ variety of selfie.
I don’t have a problem with the act of selfie-taking. If you’ve got the space on your phone and the inclination, go for it. I did, however, have a little problem about being in the actual photo.
You see, in most of the 20 or so — not exaggerating — photos she’d snapped (that’d no doubt be accompanied by the Instagram caption “I’m on a fucking plane!!” once we landed) was my head. And I didn’t really fancy my tired mug being in a stranger’s ‘feed.
I realised then and there this was intrinsically a “now” kerfuffle. When else in your life have you experienced this sort of social dilemma?
Move over, duck face – apparently sparrow face is about to steal your thunder. (Post continues after video.)
I battled internally with several potential responses to the selfie culprit that could curb the uncomfortable feeling growing inside me.
Do I make a strange face in the photo so in her next selection inspection she sees it, and angles the camera away from me if future selfies are required?
Do I get out of my seat and politely ask her if she could refrain from featuring me in the shot? Do I mention that it’s also a little bit embarrassing and everyone’s looking and DON’T YOU REALISE HOW AWKWARD THIS IS?