Some details in today’s post have been changed to provide a *mysterious* cloak of anonymity.
I’m sorry there was no post yesterday.
I’ve had a very rocky start to my week.
Just when you think you know where you stand,
Someone comes along and pulls the rug right out from under you.
(This week it was, most definitely, me.)
I had “topics” and “subjects” and frivolous crap to write about this week.
I just can’t today.
I’m still trying to get my feet back on the ground from the unexpected shock of falling on my ass.
My car accident anniversary is tomorrow and I think it’s easier to knock me off my perch this time of year.
Bad anniversaries are such a weird thing.
Logically, I don’t see any reason for an accident date to have significance.
But, in reality …?
I find I’m more emotional, not sleeping, a bit anxious, etc.
I start wondering why I’m having all these *feelings* and then I realize it’s almost the day.
My subconscious never forgets?
Okay enough of my tangent,
Let’s talk about stupid things people say.
Who left the bag of idiots open? (Not my quote. I don’t know the author, but I love it!)
For instance, a random guy with a camera insulted me online this week.
He had never seen a single one of my photos, but he insulted me as a photographer anyway.
(He saw a comment I made online in a conversation about gear and responded without knowing who I am or what I do for a living.)
He even sent me a link so I might be inspired to better my photography by seeing his photos.
By the way, I DID look at his photos and they were technically and aesthetically horrible.
I think he’s just a random guy with a camera – not even a devoted hobbyist.
It seems to be my week to be insulted.
I was also informed I’m old and unattractive by someone who will not be named.
(Thank you – it felt so nice to have that VERBALIZED to my face!)
I also hit my head really hard on the (very male dominated) glass ceiling in the photography world this week.
“This is not at all personal, but since you’re a woman you won’t be invited. Some of the wives would be uncomfortable if a female was there.”
So, in other words, if I had a penis this wouldn’t be a discussion?
What year is this … 1950?
It gets so confusing sometimes.
AND THE WEEK IS STILL YOUNG!