So I wouldalwayscomeuphereandit's beencoolseeingDavidjustgetsoexcitedtoseelikeTimesSquareforthefirsttime.
Anyways, I gotdrinkwithmyfriendslastnightand I ammassivelyhungoverand I'm runningonlike, fivehoursofsleep, andDavidisabsolutelyconkedoutinbed.
So I'm justwaitingforhimtowakeup.
Butseeingmyoldfriendsandtraveling, I feellikeitalwaysgetsmythoughtstraining.
So I thought I'd justturnonthecameraandtalkhimoutwithyouguys.
I justloveit.
Shealsooldschool.
Youdojustliketalkingaboutmyfeelings, a videodiaryratherthanliketryingvery, veryhardtoentertainpeople.
Okay, sowhatgotmythoughtsjoiningWAASthistripandthefactthat I haven't loggeditand I haven't eventakenphotoswithanyofmyfriends.
I haven't recordedstorieswiththem.
I havenodigitalrecordofthistripwhatsoever.
Andinthismoderndayandage, wheneverybody's recordingeverythingandespeciallyasmewhereliterallypartofmylivelihoodisrecordingstuff, and I'm veryusedtoworkingreallyhardtocaptureallofmymomentsas I enjoythem, thisissomethingverystrangeforme.
I feellike a lotofusexperiencethistensioneverytimethatwe'retravelingorhangoutwithourfriendsoreatingfood.
Orjustenjoying a momentis, ononehandwantingtobefullypresentandenjoyitforallit's worthandontheotherhand, have a recordofitsothatlateryoucouldgetthepleasureofflookingatthosephotosandthosesnapshotsandthoseinstagramstoriesandlikerelivingthemomentinyourhead, enjoyingthemomentisn't enoughforusanymore.
I almostfeelthismorninglike a fauxmoformyownlifethatsince I don't have a recordofit, I missout.
Eventhough I wasthere, I enjoyedit.
I thinksometimestheworstpartisnotevenactuallytaking a photoorinstagramstoryorflogging.
Butthatmomentleadinguptowhenyou d'ohwhenyou'reliketryingtohave a conversationwithsomebodybutinthebackofyourhead, you'relikeshitlike I reallywant a photo, thissituationlike, could I askfor a photo?
I thinkbasicallywhat I'm sayingiswedesperatelyneedtoinventlittleeyeballcamerassothat I couldjustrecordmyentirelifeandpeoplewon't feelweirdaboutitandwon't headsuparound a camera.
Wouldthatcreate a lotofprivacyissuesandmakeourliveshorriblebecauseeverythingwouldberecordedandturnintothatoneblackmirrorepisode.
Yes, butwoulditmakeflogging a littlebiteasier?
Also?
Yes, definitely.
Makingblogging a littlebiteasierforYouTubers, whoalreadyhaveanincrediblyeasyjob, isthemoreimportantfactorthere.
Sometimes I lookatotherYouTubersthat I'm sojealousthatthey'resoshameless.
And I guesstheyhavealltheseotherYouTubeorfriendsorfriendswhoarereallyusedtobeingfilmed.
AndtheycouldjustDavidDobrealwayshas a camera, andhecanalwaysshowallthefuntimesinhislife.
I usedtoputdailybloggersonthispedestalandthinkthatitwasamazingthattheycouldrecordtheireverydaylife, andthatwaswhen I wantedtodo, too.
Butas I grewup, I hadthisgrowingappreciationforbeingabletokeeppartsofmylifeprivate, andthisissomething I'm stillworkingon, lettingmyselfhavemomentsinmylifewhere I'm notgoingtotakepictures.
I'm notgoingtorecorditandjustputtingthatalltothesideandhaving a momentformeratherthan a momentforthepeoplewhowatchme.
Likeevenwhen I wenttohighschool, Instagramwasstillprettynewanddefinitelywasnotliketheinfluenceofgeesethatitwasrightnow.
But I remembergettingreadyforpromandlike, nearlycryingbecause I feltsomuchpressuretolookprettyinmypromphotos.
Itwasn't evenlike I wanttolookprettyformypromdate.
I wanttohave a funtimewithmyfriends.
Itwasno, itwastheInstagramphotos.
Isn't thatstupid, like 200 peoplelikethatphoto?
I shouldhavejustenjoyedmyself, but I feltsomuchpressure, I don't know.
Lookingback, I absolutelywouldtakebackthattimeandactuallyspenditwho?
Myfriendslikegettingdinnerbeforehandratherthaninmyroom, burningmyselfwith a curlingiron, youknow, especiallyin L.
A.
But I thinkacrossthecountryeverybody's tryingtolike, brandthemselvesin a certainway, andsocialmediahasturnedusallintoourowncinematographers, photographers, PRmarketingteam.
And I don't thinkthatdoingthingsthatotherpeoplewillthinkarecoolisatalllike a genuinewaytoliveyourlife.
I mean, I wanttotalkismyfuckingjob.
That's whyit's sorefreshingis a cheesyword.
ButitwasreallyrefreshingtoseemyoldfriendsfromtheEastCoastbecausethey'resoseparatedfromtheworldofsocialmedia, and I fuckinglovethat.
Theythinkmyjobisabsurd.
I lovethatmyfriendsfrombackhomedon't watchmyYouTubevideosbecausetheylikecareaboutme.
Enoughas a personthattheyactuallywanttoknowmeinpersonratherthanmyonlinepersonathereneverposingforsomebodyelseorwaitingtotake a photo.
They'rereallyjustthereforthemoment.
And I knowitwasreallynicetosee I like l.
A.
But I missthat a lot.
No, honestly, I'm still a littlebitdisappointedthat I didn't logthistripjustbecauseasmytripcomesto a close, I wouldlovenothingmorethansittingdownwithfootagefromthistripandgettingtorelivelike, littlepartsofhangingoutwithpeople.
But I don't havethat.
And I think I'm okaywiththatbecause I had a reallygoodtime.
And I'm gladthat I didn't Don't moveanyofthatwithtryingtorecordedforotherpeople.