I'm a moody bastard.
LonelyMaybe it's my own insecurities, and the fact that the internet is fantastic at reinforcing feelings of loneliness and alienation, but I'm feeling like a sulking pile about now.
The heart of the matter is that I feel like I've got some sort of grand knack for completely fucking up even the most casual bits of friendly banter. I don't (think I) say anything blatantly stupid, yet I feel like somehow I've created some subtle air of idiocy about myself that drives others off. My most earnest, amiable comments somehow offend the addressee(s), and without knowing what the hell I said wrong I've driven someone away. No matter what I say or do, I'm incapable of making/maintaining a friendship.
I admit I'm that I'm a lonely bloke, so likely a huge portion of this is just my social insecurities messing with me, but it doesn't do much to shed this feeling of helpless isolation.
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"How are things in the Underworld?"
"Well, they're just fine. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people. What are ya gonna do?"
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To the mandatorium!
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Bob Carlos Clarke said of his wife Lindsey once "It takes a strong woman to be with a man that is obsessed with photographing the woman at the next table...."
Darklight Photography [link] Dance [link]
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Sign your work, people!
Yes, I draw huge, unreal boobs and such, but I'm a real artist, and a person to boot. So I will talk about your art like a professional whether you like it or not.
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"I'm as firm as red clay, and as constant as... drinking. I'm constantly drinking." -Early Cuyler
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"I'm as firm as red clay, and as constant as... drinking. I'm constantly drinking." -Early Cuyler
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