Yesterday, a friend of mine wrote about meeting an author she'd long admired and how the response to her passionate enthusiasm was, essentially, dickish
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While I understand that it can be hard for an author at the end of a tour, etc., I have to admit that I have not read an Anne McCaffery book since she treated me like I was a chore during a signing at the Brattle Theater almost 20 years ago now. I was incredibly passionate about her books then, and she just seemed to think I was *boring*. And maybe to her, I was. I was 22 and loved Pern and played on several Pern MOOs, and loved what she had done. And I was hurt, not that she didn't share my passion, but that she was so blah. 'Oh, look, another one.'
With you all the way. Having a passion for at least one "something" brightens up the color palette of life a lot. Butterflies, old radio programs, a specific model of car, the love of your life...whatever and whoever.
Well...all the way to the state of mind that says "Because I'm passionate about what X produces, I have a right to dictate to X--and be furious if X doesn't do exactly what I want." X has a right to be "wrong" (in my opinion at that moment) without me going into a hissy fit about it. (And when I was a child and thought as a child, I didn't get that--none of us did. Best friends were supposed to be clones of oneself. The slightest deviation was betrayal, awful, not to be tolerated. Lots of drama in the schoolyard.)
But aside from that...oh yeah. Risky, yes, but...that's part of the enrichment process. The only problem is that time does not expand to allow all one's passions to be followed as fully as one might wish.
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... yeah.
*does her best on the passionate thing*
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Well...all the way to the state of mind that says "Because I'm passionate about what X produces, I have a right to dictate to X--and be furious if X doesn't do exactly what I want." X has a right to be "wrong" (in my opinion at that moment) without me going into a hissy fit about it. (And when I was a child and thought as a child, I didn't get that--none of us did. Best friends were supposed to be clones of oneself. The slightest deviation was betrayal, awful, not to be tolerated. Lots of drama in the schoolyard.)
But aside from that...oh yeah. Risky, yes, but...that's part of the enrichment process. The only problem is that time does not expand to allow all one's passions to be followed as fully as one might wish.
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Oh, and completely off topic... has the leather in your pumps stretched? I have to put moleskin in the heel of mine now.
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