My buddies at b-roll are reviving an old standby, and I couldn't resist:
You Know You're a Photog...
...when you're totally at ease in crowded, tense situations - as long as you've got your gear to hide behind.
...when you identify landmarks by the odd calamities that happened there, "You know, that statue where the Amish kid got stabbed?"
...when you're totally cool with going in like gangbusters, but you far prefer to be invisible.
..when impromptu pools of natural light spilling through half-closed window blinds excite you on a visceral level.
...when you dream at night, you find yourself analyzing its shot-composition, before noticing the dream-you is carrying a tripod.
..when you've attended grow-room take-downs, hot air balloons launches and formal Governor luncheons - all wearing the same wrinkled Hawaiian shirt.
...when the smell of a structure fire reminds you of umpteen other such occasions.
...when you're no longer surprised where the voice on the other end of that 3 AM phone call wants to send you to.
...when you can identify individual fast food franchises by the silhouettes of their buildings.
...when you're on first name basis with the Chief Surgeon AND the security guard who lets you park in the doctor's lot.
...when a random fire truck screeches by, your conditioned response is to whip a U-turn and gun engines after it.
...when the very best and absolute worst workdays you've ever experienced both ended up as ninety second masterpieces.
...when your hands are scarred by tripod bruises, your lower back kinda hurts and you have a deep, unabiding pocket fetish.
...when your collection of press-passes is surpassed only by your stash of free t-shirts and logowear.
...when you'll accept just about any absurdity in life as long as it's presented to you at the end of a tube, on a tiny black and white screen.