Thoughts... the artistic types.
I read a blog from a "real" artist (as opposed to me, a wanna be). Yesterday she stated that she was at an art show and that it was hard to put her stuff out among so many other "pretty things". Is such insecurity rampant among the artistic/creative crowd? Is that one (and perhaps the only) way that I actually fit in to that group? Why should some of us be soooo insecure?
This is something that I fight in many aspects of my life - and why the fact that it seems that no one cares about this blog actually hurts even if on the other edge on the "sword" I'm scared that someone might actually find out something about me that I would rather stay hidden. I would love to step out and "shine"so to speak but am afraid that if I step out, it will be into nothing more tha a huge pile of doodo. I've been that way as long as I can remember but then again as a shild, I could do nothing right according to my mother. I wasn't even worth teaching because I would only mess things up (had to get it right the first time).
This segways into another blog I recently read about the old adage we kids used to say:
Sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
I'm here to say that words do hurt - a hurt that lasts a whole major lot longer than any broken bone. I personally can handle broken bones better than hurtful words - I have years of festering wounds from hurtful words.
This is something that I fight in many aspects of my life - and why the fact that it seems that no one cares about this blog actually hurts even if on the other edge on the "sword" I'm scared that someone might actually find out something about me that I would rather stay hidden. I would love to step out and "shine"so to speak but am afraid that if I step out, it will be into nothing more tha a huge pile of doodo. I've been that way as long as I can remember but then again as a shild, I could do nothing right according to my mother. I wasn't even worth teaching because I would only mess things up (had to get it right the first time).
This segways into another blog I recently read about the old adage we kids used to say:
Sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
I'm here to say that words do hurt - a hurt that lasts a whole major lot longer than any broken bone. I personally can handle broken bones better than hurtful words - I have years of festering wounds from hurtful words.
depressed
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confused