I don't like cameras. I don't like them one bit. At least, not when they're pointed at me.
I don't know where this whole thing got started.
Oh, wait. Maybe I do.
Oh, yes. Now I remember.
Okay, there's that.
And then there's this other thing.
A long time ago -- and I mean a really long time ago, like when I was 4 (see above) and cameras were flat, heavy bricks that people crammed film inside of -- I must've been wounded by someone's camera flash.