How I deal with ignorance.
A+++++ would read again
never ever apologize to me for your dog being too excited to see me
a dog could knock me to the ground and give me a black eye and I would still hug it and love it because dogs hurt because they love too much I love dogs
;w; <3 Exactly.
My favourite thing about dogs is that they will literally jump for joy when you come home. They’re happy, dopey, and full of love. They’re man’s best friend for a reason.
Where do you think you’re going young man
Hello, sweetheart. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to responding to your messages. I sometimes like to horde nice messages like this in my inbox. It’s encouraging, and reminds me that seeing a red tick at the top of my Tumblr dash isn’t always cause to cringe and prepare for a good flaming.
Your kind words mean a lot to me. I was very nervous about posting that DA journal. My need to be honest with my followers outweighed by fear of being attacked for doing so, and I’m glad I went ahead with it. I was nervous about posting it, and I put it off for a long time. I’ve been burned in the past, but posting that journal reminded me that I should have faith that the majority of you all are sensible, considerate people. People with the capacity to see me as a fellow person, not a machine for producing comics or animations to entertain you. Bit by bit, I’m getting over that fear. Messages like this help me a lot. Thank you, hun.
Sorry I made you cry, though! D:>
It hasn’t been easy getting to this point. I’ve had to make sacrifices, make tough choices. My depression negatively affected my ability to deal with difficult situations, and I didn’t handle all of them as well as I could have. In fact, I sometimes reacted very poorly. I’ve said and done things that I am not proud of, things that I regret. I’ve hurt people.
Being depressed means that you will inevitably hurt those close to you. That’s probably the worst part of the illness. You need your loved ones the most when you least deserve them.
But I don’t regret any of the decisions I made. I think I’m better off for having made them, and they kept me on the road to recovery. I can only fix the damage I’ve caused after I’ve fixed myself.
I’m already feeling better than I was when I posted that journal. I’m not 100% yet, but, if anything, I’m certainly a hell of a lot more productive now than I was back then. I have set myself challenges, goals, deadlines, punishments and rewards, and the system is working very well. Most importantly, I’m not working alone anymore. I’m getting stuff done. And it feels great. It’s been damn good therapy, haha.
So… Consider this an unofficial (and unplanned) update on my current situation. Thanks again for your concern, and thank you so much for your support. I don’t forget any of these encouraging messages I receive. To be honest, I save them. I keep them all in a file called “Self Esteem Log”. Because it is just so easy to remember the bad feedback I receive, and even easier to forget the good feedback. I am definitely someone who needs to be reminded of that sometimes, and my confidence does need to be periodically boosted. I hope you don’t mind if I add this to the file. It helps me more than you know.
Take care hun.
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
Fuck this mind set fuck it fuck it, rent, bills, food, transportation, clothing, HEALTH, these are all things that everyone must deal with and just prancing through your life REFUSING to settle for a job that will provide money for BASIC NEEDS is classist, ableist, and just plain idealistic and uninformed.
You can’t just open a fucking yarn shop out of nowhere and expect to do well and be able to provide healthcare for yourself, security for yourself, and don’t even get me started on EMPLOYEES that will be depending on YOU to provide their income.
I hate this idea that you can just float through life and get away with doing something you can enjoy because otherwise EVERYONE would be doing that.
Mmnnyeah, it’s a little hard to get creative when you have no reliable means of generating income to provide you with things you NEED like, uh, food. It’s this something called, uh… oh, yeah. The Hierarchy of Needs. Look it the fuck up, you crotch clown.
The OP does not deserve to be called names for trying to inspire people into taking steps toward achieving their dreams. Yes, this comic is unspecific (perhaps not unspecific enough) and fails to consider that not all of its readers are in a secure enough position to put their passion first, but their core intentions are good. Please do not attack them because their opinions conflict with yours. Please.
The message this comic delivers is one that has been ricocheting around my own head for some time now. I am very much a product of Generation Y: I want to do what I am passionate about, and I want it to be my day job. Because it will make me happy. “A man who loves his job never works a day in his life.” I was told that by my mother at a very young age, and it is a message that never left me.
I want to tell stories. That’s what I’m passionate about, that’s what gets me fired up, that’s what I know.
I long to quit my monotonous job and start my storytelling career, as this comic is telling me to do. It would be great to just stop living safely and sensibly, throw caution to the wind and focus completely on chasing my dreams. Of course I want that.
But: money. Security. Food. Health - I am a very sickly person, I require daily medication, and I need to live in a comfortable environment. It would be very unwise for me to hop over to, say, America without first securing myself a job that guarantees health insurance. It can take quite a bit to live comfortably, depending on the person.
Everyone has different needs. Not everyone is in the position to flip a switch and start living their dream immediately. For the rest of us, we can still achieve our dreams.
What this comic doesn’t mention is that these things take time. You need a plan. It is wise to be in a secure position before you try to spread your wings - you’ll need a good landing pad if your first attempt to fly doesn’t go as planned.
You may need to study. You may need to get your funds in order. You need self-confidence. And, whatever you do, you need to browse TED because there are some great talks on this matter that can assist you much more eloquently than I can.
What I think we should take away from this comic’s intended message is: no matter how difficult it may seem to realise your dream, if it is important to you, never stop trying to achieve it.
Yes, this comic is very idealistic and unspecific, and throwing away your security to blindly chase your dream won’t get you very far. But nor will pessimism.
"It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop."
"Writing is show business for shy people."
Our War Game (2000) // Summer Wars (2009)
that time mamoru hosoda made the same movie twice
And it was fucking awesome both times.
IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME BOTH TIMES LMFAO i remember watching summer wars recently like this looks awfully familiar