Sometimes I despise being moral and having values. If I were a beggar, thief, pimp, had Social Security to support me or was a capitalist that benefited off of the loss of others, I wouldnt wonder where my next meal was coming from. But I try to work, to offer services, to sell things that I held of value at one time, to help others who have had no education to improve the quality of their lives, but when you do that, someone steps in to capitalize on it to milk kind hearted people to benefit themselves, so it doesnt work. People dont pay for art because unless they know the cost of art supplies, the time it has taken you to master your style, and the part of you that you are letting go, it means little to those who want badges. I shouldnt even get started here, but Ive about given up. Im thinking seriously of going back to my carney days and walking on glass, laying on beds of nails, pounding nails into my head, maybe THEN the tight asses will let go and I can make an honest living!
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 01:31:55 +0000