I feel like a creeper. When I see people at the gym I find myself observing them to study how to render details. Today's was a kid's hair—he had long curly bangs and I wanted to understand how to render hair like his so it was believable. I don't think he saw me staring and it wasn't sexual, but now one is going to know I;m actually studying his hair patterns. It's like the time a black couple were walking towards me on the sidewalk, and I got intrigued by how the woman's bodice was designed, so I looked at it to try and figure out what the clothing pattern was...and the guy thought was I staring at her boobs and yelled an invective at me.
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