So today I was unofficially given the title of male chauvinist. The reason was because I was given permission to draw someone on my commute and refused. When asked why, I explained that I wasn't inspired to draw them and went back to what I was drawing. A tirade ensued and I ignored it and continued on.
But why was that reaction the one I got?
You guys don't see it often, but I draw a lot in my sketchbook. I have an hour long one way train ride after all, so it helps pass the time. At this point a lot of people have seen me doodling and spoken to me or asked about my work. I wear headphones, but if you're insistent, I'll be cordial and politely talk to you briefly. I've even quickly drawn a few of them. Depends on the mood, y'know?
Of course I get people who try to manipulate me for their own needs. If we're seriously talking about a commission, I'll tell them how to contact me for that stuff. Mostly its things I have no interest in. I try to be nice about saying that, because I'm southern and hate being rude.
But what do you do with someone who not only breaks your privacy and concentration, but then begins to berate you for not giving in to their demands for free art? It was under these conditions that I had to ignore the woman and go back to my artwork. She waved her hand in my face between my sketchpad several times, tapping me. Even above my music, I could hear her getting irate and finally sat across from me glaring and making comments. She was starting to anger me, but I'm southern which also means don't say nasty things to ladies if you can help it.
Then, between songs, I heard the above insult. Enough.
I took a deep breath, exhaled pulled down my earphones and asked what her problem was. "I don't have a problem" she snapped, " I was trying to see if you could draw some art for me, but I guess you're too good to do this for regular folks. Too stuck on yourself. Whatever, I don't want your junk now that I've seen it better. I'll pray for you and your attitude" she finished, a little smile on her lips.
"Oh, I see. I get it. I'm the first man to tell you no, huh?" Her reaction was exactly what I expected; surprise. I continued "my self esteem is not wrapped up in others opinion of me. You're acting like a guy at the club who was turned down and is a poor sport. The religious anecdote you tacked on at the end doesn't make you a good person, it simply shows that you realized that you were playing to an audience and wanted to seem fair, but you still badmouthed a person you were bothering. You have low self esteem. I won't pray for you. Learn self control".
Headphones back on, I went back to drawing. We can't all be available for you sometimes.