Why does everyone in fandom (and by everyone I mean a bunch of people, not literally everyone) seem to doubt themselves on such a fundamental level?
I mean, yeah, I operate from a deep well of insecurity but, I mean, do we all? Really?
Just had a mini conversation with
etirabys about the importance of discomfort - do we just read discomfort as reasons we
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And in my case, to a certain extent, it has to do with "supposed to" and "humility." Yes, I'm also ragingly insecure, but it's almost like on a fundamental level it's not OK to say "I wrote this thing, and it is a good thing, and I am proud of what I did and the story I told." Like somehow I'm supposed to be looking for the piece's flaws so I know what to improve "next time."
Does this make any sense at all?
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I think it's also the whole currency of fandom: reviews, comments, acknowledgement, kudos. If we got paid that would take one measure of wondering away. Maybe. I don't know. I even doubt my meta.
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/points upward.
Apparently, so do I.
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You know, I've always resisted the 'creative person' label, not just for myself but sort of in general because I don't think you need to be a Starving Artist in order to create, but sometimes the damn shoe fits.
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Because our mothers build homonculi inside us which we carry about thereafter. I am my own demanding immigrant mother, too.
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I think many of us do.
That said, I don't think I'm apologetic about my quality (my quality: pretty rad), but I fall all over myself with apologies for my inconsistency and how I'm the opposite of reliably prolific. And that makes me feel like a fuck up, but more because I feel like a failure as an adult than I do as an artist, exactly, if that distinction makes sense to anyone else. Like, I believe I should be both good AND producing consistently, or else, like, it's all pathetic and hopeless and I might as well be some trust fund kid doing nothing with my life but snorting coke and getting drunk and buying designer clothes to rip up and producing, like, one shitty three page short story per year and calling myself an "independent artist." Except for how I'm poor. And my mother stole my trust fund. And I'm disowned. And I don't do drugs or drink.
OTHERWISE EXACTLY LIKE THAT THOUGH.
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