If you are reading this web content then you are one of us. Part of our tribe. You are family. And not even just by marriage, you are our own flesh and blood. But as with any family we should never forget the different cliques which form. Within all dynamic groups and social movements splinter groups emerge defining themselves by the minutiae of matters which they believe differentiates. You need to choose a side.
So you are an artist? Another creative? One of the ever growing numbers of the self obsessed, spoilt children clamouring for attention. You have zero self respect. You judge your worth by how others perceive your work. You constantly crave attention.
Lack of adulation drives you to seek validation through your creativity, which in turn focuses your attention back on the self. The more you focus on your desires and needs, the more it narrows your creative urges and restricts your creativity. The more restricted you feel the more adulation you seek. The snake devouring its own tail. The perfect, neverending circle.
I am an artist. My great work is the column inches of these pages. Sometimes I am wont to forget my genius, those quiet moments of solitude when self doubt creeps in like an abusive sibling into your mind. You suffer, both from the shame but also from the exhilaration. The unspoken sexual tension. After all, we are family now.