That Guy
We all know That Guy. The one who is always in the back of the photos that people were taking of their friends, making a face or just ruining the photos with his presence. That Guy. Maybe you’ve been That Guy before on accident, or perhaps you’ve done it on purpose once or twice to piss off your friends.
An example of “That Guy” found on a Google search. Source
I’m a little different. I don’t like having my picture taken if I am the only one in the photo, but I don’t mind having my picture taken if I don’t belong in the photo. In fact, I love getting into other people’s pictures without their consent. It thrills me. It absolutely makes my fucking day to do this.
The earliest evidence of this is from back in 2006, when I was still a young sophomore in High School. Some girls (including my good friend Audrey) were taking a photo in class and I decided that the photo would benefit from my inclusion. I think you’ll agree that I made the photo at least 6 times better.
The fact that the shirt I am wearing in this photo still fits me is a disturbing piece of information that I cry to sleep over every night.
The best places to be That Guy are without a doubt, at parties and other social events. All throughout High School, I enjoyed going to parties just for the social factor and to see friends. There were many reasons that I didn’t partake in the activities taking place at these parties, but the main reason was so that I was sharp enough to know when a photo was being taken and make the kill.
Moving in for the kill.
It was imperative that my senses remain sharp and I maintain my focus. Of course there were misfires and missed opportunities, but they were all worth it in order to secure the ultimate victory of a ruined (or in my opinion, improved) photograph.
That is how it’s done, folks.
