|h8rs bow down
||[Aug. 26th, 2009|06:38 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||josie cotton-johnny are you queer?||]|
so I decided that my next entry was going to be a positive one about how much I enjoy living next door to Ingvild and her friends, (who all are real sweet hearts). but having planned this entry for weeks and never updating I came to the realization that this is my vine journal, and not MLIA. I'll still do a random picture post of joy and good times at the flat, but I'll skip the niceties and do my usual angst ridden misfit shtick "I know this all looks like fun but basically I'm still depressed".
started drawing again, just to se if i can. I'm almost apt. so with the resumption of my old hobby there follows this unsettling déjà vu. it's disturbing to se how nothing has changed since kinder-garden, at least in this one respect. when you draw people always feel the need to comment on it. I hate it. I've always hated it. some approach you with high praise (for witch you care nothing, not valuing they're opinion), other with slights and backhanded compliments like "you could be a cartoonist" or "you know that looks like so and so drew it" never saying, just implying, that you're range is narrow or that you copied it etc. and (this goes without saying) they are all girls, girls who draw. I know the impulse, but I always bite my tongue and keep my compliments sincere or at the bare minimum. if you're talented, even just in a small way like me, you know when you're artwork is good, and when it's bad. there really is no need for feedback, if i need it I'll ask ok?
btw: I changed to a sponsored account and I'm not sure how I feel about it. the only difference is that the ad now is at the top of my journal, still I don't like how I've actually "chosen" to pimp out my journal. but we all use firefox with ad-block now anyways, right?