On Tuesday (of our holiday y'know the never ending holiday pics) we visited Dartmouth, I realised I forgot my camera about ten minutes into the car journey there. I tried to be blase about it, I dont need to photograph everything right? But I couldnt help feeling upset, what if I saw something beautiful? What if Wilf did something really cute? Tom's mum was kind enough to lend me hers, although I am so used to my DSLR that I kept trying to zoom in by adjusting the front of the camera lens (which funny enough doesn't work on a point and shoot!) and I'm not used to looking through a view finder screen rather than holding the camera up to my face so I found it hard to get used to!
Even though I was borrowing Tom's mum's camera I felt out of sorts like i'd lost a limb without my camera (which I pretty much take everywhere with me). Tom said it was a bit sad if I couldnt enjoy myself without taking pictures..he didnt say it to be mean and he's right, it is.
I have been thinking about why this is and come up with things like 'maybe its because both my grandparents and my mum had/currently have diseases which cause memory loss. Maybe I am scared of not remembering these times?' I've also thought it could be some sort of disorder where I need to prove to people what a lovely time/life I have! Both of these reasons are quite sad really and both probably true to a certain extent.
Taking pictures makes me happy which is fine but if forgetting my camera starts to effect my enjoyment of life then its an issue right? I never used to even have a camera, I only joined Facebook in 2009 (when most people I know were on it in uni) and had a phone that cost £3.99 and couldnt receive pictures. Now I have a DSLR an Iphone where I check my social networks at least ten times a day (not so much FB but twitter and Instagram) and a blog. Sometimes its a little overwhelming but mostly it makes me very happy so I guess I just need to find a balance?
Have any of you ever had these dilemmas?