|the daily grind
||[May. 14th, 2006|11:00 am]
One person can ruin a day.|
This almost happened during the DNC, when some old fuck came up to me as I was covering a protest march and told me not to take anyone's picture because everyone in the march was an anarchist and did not want their picture taken/printed. I nearly flipped when he said that to me, and ended up walking off completely pissed--the march was pointless to me, I was so furious. But I realized that some old fuck with backwards ideas shouldn't piss me off so much, and forced myself to change my attitude.
I'm having difficulty doing to same right now, having just covered the Mother's Day 5K/Family Fun Run, and was told by a runner passing by, "Don't take my picture or you'll end up in the obits." I didn't realize that I was defiling the man's very soul.... What. The. Fuck.
Almost everyone else I spoke with was smiles and goddamn sunshine, and happy that the paper was covering the event... except for this fucker, who is all that I am focusing on right now. Yes, I'll get over it, but did he really need to oh-so-cleverly threaten my life?