I have no excuse for my absence in the last few weeks… well, not really. I’m the type of guy that can take most insults and shrug them off without a thought; but when someone says something mean and nasty about my favorite hobby… it’ll cut right through to the bone.
About a month ago a comment was made about one of the articles I wrote, I can’t remember exactly what was said, but he could lit me on fire and not hurt my feelings as badly. The comment went something like; why would I read anything you wrote? That little jab put me in a funk you wouldn’t believe! I’ve suffered a writer’s block ever since. I’ve written two or three things since, or tried to, and, later, went back and read them myself and I didn’t like what I wrote. I mean, I liked what I was trying to say but I didn’t say what I was trying to say… uhm, I mean, what I said wasn’t what I meant… whatever! I think you know what I mean.
All in all, I think I learned a lesson with this; be very careful what you say to people. I’ve never asked this person what he actually meant by his comment, I’m afraid to know I guess.
I still have a problem writing things because of that statement and I don’t even know why. I usually write letters to my Uncle Winnie, in Pennsylvania, once a month, last weekend I even had a hard time sitting down to do that! Maybe I’m a little too thin-skinned about my little hobby. It took me all morning just thinking about what to write about it.
Okay, I feel a little better now… just don’t pick on me, I’m not sure I could handle it. On the other hand, go ahead and pick on me, you might just piss me off enough to crawl out of this dumb a**ed funk I’m in.
More later… I hope, I think...maybe... what ever!
