Except I’ve had a week long headache.
So, sorry, I’ve been just reblogging and rambling. I’m not having a good week. Aside from my dad being whacked out of his mind again and my mom deciding she’s going to do something else on the day scheduled for my birthday stuff, my mom insisting on taking me to do the shopping I wanted to get done while I was in LA (I was just going to grab a bus pass and go). She was willing to go to Walmart (pretty far) and Target, but wouldn’t drop me off so I could go visit my old haunts. Keep in mind, I’m a grown adult….
I started to get the “Aren’t you a little OLD for these?” crap and now- get this- apparently my daughter (all of 12 years) is ALSO TOO OLD for dolls and toys, when I mentioned what I wanted to get her for her birthday. She made comments like “Ay, M——-, who never grew up”
Hello! I’m an artist. A comic artist. I went to school for character design and animation. My WHOLE LIFE I’ve been inspired by clever characters, comic art, cartoons, animation, Barbie, Disney, YOU NAME IT. I have collected Barbies and Action Figures and any other little character merchandise that struck my fancy cause typically, when I’m surrounded by it I draw and draw and draw it. I grew as an artist ten-fold during my action figure and Neopet days, I tell you what.
So really, just Grow up? What and just leave ALL OF MY INTERESTS behind? What do you suggest I do? Be a miserable accountant or nurse or something else I’m ill suited for?
She has been uncomfortable around me since I lost my job, and have been experiencing bouts of crippling depression, and yet when she sees me around something that makes me happy, even for a second, she wants me to drop is cause its not the mature thing to do?
Well fuck me.