The doctor is in…
The doctor is in.
In many of the threads I’ve have contributed to recently I have picked up on several quirks, oddities, complaints, philosophical questions, and existential wrestling, plus the occasional rant from this wonderful brotherhood of plastic worshippers. So, I had a thought. Perhaps there should be a place in this (self) esteemed community for us men (really, name me a single female member) to just ‘get it off our chests’.
No professional advice, just a plenary forum to air modeling or even real world observations, musings, or just relieving the pent up frustrations from hours on the bench. Nothing too serious, please, we all get enough of that real world. We men get accused all the time of not talking about our feelings. But you know, I’ve had at least one emotion so far this year and it’s not even Easter, so flex those sharing muscles.
Let’s snip ourselves from the sprue of convention and free ourselves of the tyranny of pre-shading and super detailing that GE-CH5 turbo super-charger. Just for a while. It’s an intense hobby, can be isolating (one of the joys), but really, have you met one non-modeler who ‘gets’ why you do it? Do we even get why we do it?
I’ll post some of my own thoughts along the way and see if we pick up some passengers on this road less travelled. So whether you have OCD (Obsessive Corsair Disorder – you know who you are…) PTSD (Plastic Deficiency Stress Disorder), or just had a nervous breakdown after building the CV6 for the past seven months AND THEN WON-HUI LEE MAKES THE BEST DAMNED ENTERPRISE I’M EVER GOING TO SEE (I’ll get over it, or at least my own quack says so) – just free associate, ramble, be yourself, you can even talk plastic if you really want to.
Relax, take a load off, lay on the couch and let it all out. Well, everyone apart from Won-hui Lee, obviously.