[request topics for art and sketches in comments] Not that many dinosaurs yet, honestly, but someday it COULD be a lot of dinosaurs. Let me sing you a little song called "Imposter Syndrome." *hrm hrm* Oh there once was a guy who did a thing And some people said "that's a really great thing" And that was great but then his brain said "fuck You are such a total fraud Everyone else is better at things than you And you're going to die alone and unloved when they find out you've been fooling them all this time. ALONE AND UNLOVED. JUST STOP TRYING BEFORE THEY FIND OUT. MINIMIZE THE PAIN." It's a pretty dark song. And creative people sing it ALL THE TIME. A lot, if not most of us, feel like we're just hanging on by a thread and that at any moment someone will bust through the door and say, "HEY! YOU'RE NOT EVEN VERY GOOD AT DOING THAT THING!" and the game will be up and we'll be out on our asses and no-one will ever like anything we do ever again. It's a lie, of course, but when it's your own brain lying to you it generally sounds terribly credible. Anyway tl;dr people are paying me to be creative and I am a mess of neuroses about it. I love you all <3
Alexandra Falk
2014-03-26 12:57:49 +0000 UTCJohn
2014-03-26 06:13:49 +0000 UTCJames Chen
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