…but for once, I’m gonna use my blog as a blog and talk about myself. Feel free to skip this if you don’t want a look into my noggin. c:
For the past 9 fuckin’ months of my life I have been making art out of the ass. I have eye-witnesses, several dead animal and 4 fewer pounds of body weight to talk about how stressful that shit’s been. And you know what? It’s been great. I have never, EVER worked harder in my life.
But a large part of it has left me empty. I love art, I love comic books. I have always known that, and I DEFINITELY know that now. It’s just… do you ever miss… yourself? Do you ever miss when you used to be louder, nicer? When you used to personally know a lot more people? When you used to work on collaborations, change minds, solve problems, be clever and MAKE PEOPLE FUCKIN’ ANGRY (BECAUSE WOW I MISS MAKING PEOPLE ANGRY).
At SCAD, sometimes I was afraid to talk. There was no time for that. We had to make deadlines. Some people didn’t want to and I was scared to voice my thoughts because I thought the people around me didn’t want to listen.
But I am such a loud person guys. I’m not sure you understand. There’s so much I wanna kick and punch and laugh at. I don’t know how I didn’t burn SCAD to the ground with how much of a shit storm I can be.
I guess I just missed makin’ waves and thought tonight was absolutely beautiful, what with the filibuster and all. Congrats to Senator Wendy Davis. I hope to be half as brave as you, because I’m clinging to a cesspool right now.
But I can change that. At any moment, I can change my life. I can stop feeling shitty. I can go out, do what I couldn’t or didn’t before It’s a scary thing and a great power: that our lives are in our hands.