We’re nearing the end of the sketch book, and I don’t have a lot of patience for this anymore. Here’s some stuff.
Bad Advice Party:
Avoid being judged by
never telling anyone
who you really are.
Big words prove you are smart.
Never trust other women.
Cultural appropriation is cool.
You’re more fun drunk.
Never be the first to apologize.
What you feel right now is
It’s always personal
Just ignore what you don’t
want to deal with.
Laugh at all his stupid jokes
so he will like you.
The voice in your head is right.
Commentary: I had fun making this one. I used glitter nail polish on it. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I’m doing my best to make my mistakes pretty.
Is it vain to say I’m doing my best to live a life worth writing about?
I am trying to write a perfectly balanced beautiful human story with my life.
The Point Is:
all the bullshit
your real self.
You won’t be able to un-see the truth.
Commentary: The truth is, I fucking hate this page. I was trying to get at something kindof important, I think, so I’m going to try again here. So like … the point of life as far as I can tell is to transcend the bullshit. By that I mean figuring out who you really are, and maybe having some concept of where you fit in the universe, and possibly having a real appreciating for your own smallness.
I’m mad that I used the term “un-see” because it’s so Buzzfeed. Gross. But it’s true. Once you have even an inkling of who you really are underneath all the bullshit, that knowledge will shape your life forever. If you try to deny it, reject it, or ignore it, it will seethe under the surface of your life until you can’t breathe anymore. If you embrace it and breathe through it, it will transform you.
Ok, Dirt. That’s enough.