I talked to my *~favourite uncle~* momentarily today and he gave me a friendly-hard-time about not having a job which was kind of a pain, but I love him and we were civil. He asked me what I could see myself doing, aside from art, and I’m not really sure what he wanted to hear. My life has always been about art & writing or academics. Did he always dream of having a career laying floors? He does say he enjoys it, though.

Either way it makes me feel crappy every time someone says that stuff to me because, while I know they’re looking out for me, they don’t really understand what I went through. Art is what I have when all other opportunities have fallen through. My failure to find a job led me to resort to the only thing I really wanted to do, anyway.

I can’t really live off of it at this point but it’s all I’ve got. I believe I can get somewhere with it.

I was going to post and whine about it a bit but instead I made myself feel better. GO ME!