Ok, I blew a gasket.
I don't like camera flash. EVER.
I really don't like camera flash happening when I'm in a class and trying to learn a new skill and each time the fucking thing flashes my concentration disappears. Each flash is like finding a big fat cockroach in my Cheerios. And it kept flashing. A lot.
So, I left class. It seemed the best option.
No photographer should be coming into a private class and taking photos without EVERYONE in the class being warned first and agreeing to the inconvenience. I don't give a fucking rat's ass that the photographer agreed to keep me out of the photos. Irrelevant. The fucking flash embedding itself into my eyeballs is a bit intrusive. Like blowing your cigarette smoke up my nose with each exhale. Grrrr.
Go ahead. Tell me I'm childish and I overreacted. I can take it.
I really don't like camera flash happening when I'm in a class and trying to learn a new skill and each time the fucking thing flashes my concentration disappears. Each flash is like finding a big fat cockroach in my Cheerios. And it kept flashing. A lot.
So, I left class. It seemed the best option.
No photographer should be coming into a private class and taking photos without EVERYONE in the class being warned first and agreeing to the inconvenience. I don't give a fucking rat's ass that the photographer agreed to keep me out of the photos. Irrelevant. The fucking flash embedding itself into my eyeballs is a bit intrusive. Like blowing your cigarette smoke up my nose with each exhale. Grrrr.
Go ahead. Tell me I'm childish and I overreacted. I can take it.