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Oh. I have this thing.
I remembered that I have this thing when I realized I wanted to say something but didn't want to say it to EVERYONE EVER but also can't go around calling people at 12:00am to say things like this:
I am routinely so disappointed in people. I always want them to be better than they are. Yes, emotionally and morally and in all of those other ways that matter, but primarily artistically. Whenever I meet someone I enjoy and they turn out to create some kind of art and consider that to be a major piece of themselves, I get this godawful sinking feeling that they will be terrible at it and I will either have to feign interest, fake a smile and eke out some praise that doesn't sound as insincere as it is, or I'll have to be honest and then not get to know them anymore. Every once in awhile it doesn't work out that way, but today wasn't one of those days.
Also, I got fired and mugged today. So basically, fuck you, universe. Not your finest showing.
I remembered that I have this thing when I realized I wanted to say something but didn't want to say it to EVERYONE EVER but also can't go around calling people at 12:00am to say things like this:
I am routinely so disappointed in people. I always want them to be better than they are. Yes, emotionally and morally and in all of those other ways that matter, but primarily artistically. Whenever I meet someone I enjoy and they turn out to create some kind of art and consider that to be a major piece of themselves, I get this godawful sinking feeling that they will be terrible at it and I will either have to feign interest, fake a smile and eke out some praise that doesn't sound as insincere as it is, or I'll have to be honest and then not get to know them anymore. Every once in awhile it doesn't work out that way, but today wasn't one of those days.
Also, I got fired and mugged today. So basically, fuck you, universe. Not your finest showing.