Yesterday,a after a weekend of cosplay and muscle cars, I decided to take a little time to relax. There aren’t many places in my small suburb where a person can do so; Starbuck’s being one of those. So I found a corner table slipped on my headphones, Irished up my green tea and got to work.
Since I am a fan of auto racing, I begin to draw. I heart radio was playing American top 40, but I had a problem.
People kept interrupting me.
I get it. I’m doing something you find interesting and you have questions. But headphones are the universal sign for “do not disturb”.
One guy in particular was a complete ass about it. Finally came and stuck his hand right in my face while I was in the middle of doing line work. Which caused me to mess up. Which caused me to freak out on him.
That’s me. I am not a small man. So me standing up and telling him “if you stick your hand in my face again, I’m going to break it in several places before I return it!!” had the effect I wanted. But I hated it because my mood was completely ruined. Worse, I was angry and it’d take awhile to relax enough to be in my groove again.
I went outside. Just sat at a table and stared into traffic until I calmed down. I started drawing. My only happy place.