I just need to vent. And I assume that others in the hobby have gotten this before too, so feel free to add your own frustrations. (Or happy words. I probably need happy words more)
So I have a new doll arriving today. It is being shipped to my mom's house, because she's at home all day. She was talking to my brother on the phone and mentioned that she was waiting around for the delivery. I guess he made a comment about why I was buying another doll and why didn't I just have real children to dress up and play with.
She thought it was amusing.
I did not.
I held back, but I wanted to ask why he didn't just join the military instead of playing his video games. Or, you know, why doesn't he just go on shooting rampage, as his hobby of first shooter games is obviously just a cover for his desire to kill people.
Don't get me wrong: I do love children and want my own some day. But being in the doll hobby is NOT an extension of that desire. I do not see my dolls as placeholder children.(On a similar subject, I also don't see my pets as children. I love them, but they are pets.) I like dolls and I like children, but these two things are completely unrelated to each other.
For me, my dolls are a creative outlet. Period.
I do not treat them as my pretend children, nor do I expect others to see them as my pretend children.
At the moment I'm feeling madder than I should be, but for some reason it seemed to hit a nerve. I was so excited about my new boy arriving, and now part of me doesn't even want to open the stupid box when it gets here.