You know how funny it sounds, after the years I've been reading and wanting to write fantasy fiction, to re-read the names and scenarios I've created in my mind?
Hilarious.
Ridiculous.
And why? Because every time I spill my heart about something so passionate to my lifestyle, there is at least one person smirking because of how stupid it sounds.
We all have our vices.
We all have our fantasies and our inspirations.
For once, I want to sit down with someone, and tell them the books I've read and the ideas I have in my head, the character names, the dragon species, the villages, the castle towns, everything. I want to sit down with someone and have them say to me; "Work with that, you've got some imagination going there and I admire it."
Not,
"Oh yeah, that sounds cool. No I'm not laughing at you don't worry, it's just funny, and different."
Fuck off.
Do I laugh about your fantasy baseball league? No.
Do I laugh about your fantasy to create obnoxious fashion accessories and gowns? No.
Do I laugh when you tell me you apply obscure amounts of makeup to people who sit in front of a camera for 5 hours a day, modeling for pictures of horrendous nature? No.
Do I laugh when you TAKE those pictures? No!
Why? Because art is art and whatever you do is inspirational to yourself. If you take photographs that look horrendous but in reality have severe QUALITY? There is no questioning that.
I may have looked at work in my life and laughed but in the back of my head I know the person is doing, or at least trying to do/thinking of doing, what is in their heart.
Why should I open up about the shit that makes my life interesting when people sit there and smirk like I'm a child.
Fraudulent personalities are what I SHOULD be writing about, in some epic, over-dramatic manner, because that's all I ever tend to see these days. People who don't know themselves, and act too hard in pretending that they DO know themselves. Fake people. Self absorbed people. People who would rather donate money to a pet-rock foundation.
Fuck I am angry right now.
And if I had an emerald green drake to ride through the city igniting its contents in a blaze of fury, I would do so.
Hilarious.
Ridiculous.
And why? Because every time I spill my heart about something so passionate to my lifestyle, there is at least one person smirking because of how stupid it sounds.
We all have our vices.
We all have our fantasies and our inspirations.
For once, I want to sit down with someone, and tell them the books I've read and the ideas I have in my head, the character names, the dragon species, the villages, the castle towns, everything. I want to sit down with someone and have them say to me; "Work with that, you've got some imagination going there and I admire it."
Not,
"Oh yeah, that sounds cool. No I'm not laughing at you don't worry, it's just funny, and different."
Fuck off.
Do I laugh about your fantasy baseball league? No.
Do I laugh about your fantasy to create obnoxious fashion accessories and gowns? No.
Do I laugh when you tell me you apply obscure amounts of makeup to people who sit in front of a camera for 5 hours a day, modeling for pictures of horrendous nature? No.
Do I laugh when you TAKE those pictures? No!
Why? Because art is art and whatever you do is inspirational to yourself. If you take photographs that look horrendous but in reality have severe QUALITY? There is no questioning that.
I may have looked at work in my life and laughed but in the back of my head I know the person is doing, or at least trying to do/thinking of doing, what is in their heart.
Why should I open up about the shit that makes my life interesting when people sit there and smirk like I'm a child.
Fraudulent personalities are what I SHOULD be writing about, in some epic, over-dramatic manner, because that's all I ever tend to see these days. People who don't know themselves, and act too hard in pretending that they DO know themselves. Fake people. Self absorbed people. People who would rather donate money to a pet-rock foundation.
Fuck I am angry right now.
And if I had an emerald green drake to ride through the city igniting its contents in a blaze of fury, I would do so.
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