What makes you proud?
Hard to think of a single thing, really. Everything collapses under even the tiniest bit of scrutiny. I kept my comic awards face down in the closet for half a decade, never went to my highschool or university graduation ceremonies, etc. It seemed pointless and stupid - apes passing out bits of metal to each other to make a public declaration of status to bind you into their community in exchange for a leg up in the local mating game. Or something like that.
Hrm. I've always been suspicious of pride. Anyway, these days I don't think much about trying to make things I'm proud of or things that are "better" -- instead, I've simply dedicated myself to a craft and want to see it grow and flourish, like moss on a rock... neither good nor bad, not better or worse, only suited to some purposes and not others, given the circumstances and interests of possible moss-users.
Hrm. I've always been suspicious of pride. Anyway, these days I don't think much about trying to make things I'm proud of or things that are "better" -- instead, I've simply dedicated myself to a craft and want to see it grow and flourish, like moss on a rock... neither good nor bad, not better or worse, only suited to some purposes and not others, given the circumstances and interests of possible moss-users.
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