I just left a photo club meeting.
First I felt weird because I was the only single person in the room, everyone else came in couples or groups.
I felt like the only amateur in a room full of pros.
The only one there who doesn’t know anyone else.
I actually didn’t just leave, I fled.
This guy I never met set up half a room of lights and shit. Then he looks right at me and says “who wants to go first?”
Nobody even said what was going on. I said I didn’t want to go first.
I go up there first and he tries to plug this half a room of lights into my camera.
None of the shit works. My Nikon D-100 doesn’t even have that kind of connector.
Now I’m supposed to take pictures of this girl. Nobody told me.
He puts this other (small) flash on my camera, I say “I’ve got one of these at home, no one told me to bring it.”
The girl asks me what I want her to do. I say “I dunno, say CHEESE!”
The flash doesn’t work.
I say “look, I really don’t want to go first.”
He calls the next person.
I said “take this off my camera.”
He’s trying to plug his half a room of stuff into the next persons camera.
I unplugged his flash and set it down.
I walked to the back of the room.
I check my camera, it seems to work fine.
I picked up my stuff and left.
I felt extreme, way over-intense, intolerable insecurity beyond description.
I can’t wait for the next one!