So I'm going to BABSCon again. That'll be some fun. Last year was great, this year the fun will be doubled. I hope not let my shyness get to me again. Meeting new people is difficult. You never know what they're like. You might become instant best friends. Or they might just be a face in the crowd. Whatever the cost, I want it to be worth it. If any of you good people watching me are going, I'll be there. I'll be alongside the many unknown aspiring artists and among the many more casuals who are just there for pony. Find me if you want, I will probably be standing around not trying to look pathetic like last time. Over three years being a brony I'm still figuring it out. It's just really hard to do it alone.
Funny, I thought of this the other day and scared the crap out of myself. The truth hurts sometimes, but if I'm being honest, at least it helps let of steam. It occurred to me that what I really try to do with this art stuff is stay relevant. I also go fed up with not knowing how to draw, but that not important right? Maybe my strive to make things for you, does so much to take my qualms from me. Maybe that's a good thing. But I'm already too far behind from everyone else that getting out of this dirt hole is to challenge the impossible. Perhaps that's where I belong. Forgotten. No. Not forgotten. Faceless. Unknown. A stranger among strangers. Maybe that's how it should be. And that's okay. I am nothing. Nothing to you. Nothing to them. You may know my name, but do you know my shame? Set aside the superficial and the details are what's left.
That will be enough negative indulgence for now. I feel better talking about it. I learned it's not healthy to keep it all to myself, because it will eventually consume me. Then the worst comes to pass and nobody's happy. I don't want that. Still thinking.