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I don’t take unsolicited advice from directionless people who piss me off and remind me why we don’t talk very often.

Friends do not tell friends that every decision you made leading up to this moment is down the toilet. Friends don’t imply that you drop everything you’re doing now, derail all your plans - fuck your goals, fuck finishing school, fuck the experience of it all, and settle for something “practical” like study graphic design online (I’ve done way more than that only to find out that it’s not for me).

I’ve been underestimated enough times because, yes, I’m known to be forgetful and naturally slow to process and respond. But friends don’t tell friends rubbish. Friends do not open with “You won’t make it” as quasi-practical as it may seem. Even if that plan sounds so fucking illogical, you ought to have an ounce of faith in your friend. At least enough faith in them to know they’ll make a comeback IF they fail. Enough to watch them TRY.

I didn’t say “You won’t make it” when I spotted you doodling and noticed how good at drawing you are. I didn’t say “You won’t make it” when you said you wanted to make comics. I didn’t say you won’t make it - instead I encouraged you to focus on art, accompanied you to print your indie comics, helped you find good places to consign them, and watched them sell out. Fast. What have you done on your own since? I named a long and pretty damn concrete list of things I’m going to do during and after finishing school which surely shut you up.

Here’s something vital everyone must know about everyone: Even if a person asked for advice, they mostly just need SUPPORT.

Death to kneejerk Why-don’t-yous. Death to You-should-haves. And most of all, death to You-Won’t-Make-Its.

Good fucking riddance, man.