There was a fear I was going to be a pyromaniac when I was younger. But, I outgrew it, or actually managed to channel the remaining adult mania into the fire arts. Or, as I think if it, the Fire Arts: melting metal and casting it into various shapes and sizes, casting glass, and firing clay. I even used to blow glass, but the hobby got too expensive.
So, I guess I'm an artist. When asked about that, I have to resist the urge to tell the unvarnished truth, which is: "I like to make cool shit". Sorry, no deep social meaning, no obscure symbolism, no associational engine off the tracks, just like making cool-looking shit.
I'm also a teacher, teaching bronze casting. So, I'm a bronze age hero to some.
I'm also a very manly man. I gotta be, since, well, how many other men do you know can cut metal with electric fire?
Electric fire good!