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They Don’t Have to Get It, Your Art, or You
You do what you do, create what you create, for you.
I’ve spent most of my life misunderstood. One aspect of my life and lifestyle or another someone didn’t get.
It might have been family, friends, coworkers, teachers, bosses, or all the above. Someone didn’t get it, didn’t get me, and I did my thing as I saw fit to do.
I was unhappy every time I tried to be what and who others expected me to be. Working normal 9–5 jobs, practicing the religion I was raised in, monogamous dating, and the like, just felt like I was consistently a square peg trying to fit a round hole.
For a long time, this was important to me. I wanted them to accept me, to get me, to want me to be a part of their world. Over many years of my life, I was a people pleaser, doing things that I believed those around me wanted me to do so that they accepted me.
For reasons both of my own doing and resulting from outside matters and influences, this was never me. When it came to who I was, they didn’t get it or me.
It took a long time for me to realize that was not just okay, but also right for me.
