I receive very very few comments about this blog, which is both good and bad. Good because that limits the negative comments but bad because there isn't a lot of feedback.
Yesterday's post about work was different, as I received five responses, a record number. One was from someone who I know, the other four were anonymous. Three were downright nasty, with one raising questions about my orientation or at the minimum, my preferences. Hmm...so I take pictures of flowers and I don't like mindless physical work so I must be gay? Interesting, but more sad, just really sad.
I work, but I work in a different world. I told my blacksmith mentor that I like the class because it is completely different than any other thing I do at work. I seldom get to use a hammer at work, though I sometimes wish I could. This makes me at best a so-so blacksmith, but I have fun. When I noted all this to a good friend, they suggested that when I felt like I was struggling in the more physical/spatial world of blacksmithing, I should ask people how they would schedule 200 classes with 70 people, or how they would lecture on post WWI disillusionment. To each their own strengths and muscles, I guess.
At the risk of more aspersions, here are even more flowers. The blossoms are less than the size of a dime, and I expect that they will all be in bloom by the time I get home.
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