I share because I’m happy with my life and am experiencing such joy that I want others to experience that joy with me. What I don’t understand is people’s compulsion to critique things that are not meant to be a professional venture. Yesterday I decided to email my family with photos I had taken over the weekend of the various activities in which we participated. I’m not a professional photographer. Until July, my hands had never touched a camera with artistic intent so, I’m pretty new to the whole thing. My dad called this morning to talk to me about a different topic but he opened up the conversation by saying how much he had enjoyed the pictures but it seemed like the light was in the wrong place in a couple of shots. (((sigh))) Gee, thanks, Dad. So I call my mom and in that conversation I ask if she knew what he was talking about. I don’t really know why I did that when the best thing would have been just to leave it alone but I did. Her response was that she hadn’t seen them but my grandparents had made the same comment. WTF??? Seriously, I was sharing photos that had recorded two special family trips and of course the most critical people on my side of the family had something negative to say. Damn it! I am so tired of it. My dad has really been pissing me off lately on top of everything else. He makes little comments, just like he always has but the older I get the less I feel like overlooking it. I was having a conversation with my mom the other day and he felt compelled to barge into it with his opinion, which may as well be a fact, and then bullied me about mine. Leave me alone already! I’m freaking 35 years old and I think I’m finally entitled to an opinion. Jesus, all my life he would encourage my opinion only to proceed to tell me what was wrong with it or how stupid it was. Leave – me – alone. It REALLY makes me angry and is pushing me to a point where I just don’t want to be around him because it’s so stressful. And, the fact that he disrespects me like that in front of my kids is completely unacceptable. At this moment, I just need a break from them. I love my parents but they are driving me crazy. For the past few years they have been in a rough place but they do nothing to pull themselves out of it. They are wallowing in a pit of self-pity and trying to drag down anyone who comes by with a rope to try and help them out. It’s miserable and I just can’t stand it. They only concentrate on negative things and then say, “See, nothing good ever happens to us” when something negative happens. It’s rubbing off on me and I need a break.
I share my photos not because I’m trying to be Ansel Adams or Annie Leibowitz. I share them because there are pictures of your grandkids in there, ok? Please don’t critique them unless I ask you to. It’s insulting beyond all measure.