critics and haters and assfaces and shitbirds come knocking at your door
looking to carve away their pound of mental flesh, you have to get
out your purse, poke through it while making hmm and ahhh
sounds, and then finally say: “Gosh, I’m sorry, I have no more fucks to
them all down. (Er, metaphorically! No actually shooting anyone.) The hills
should be alive with the sound of you not giving two rat pubes to rub together.
expectation and consequence, then the creation of cool things becomes harder.
If you build a mental wall, you have to climb it. That’s just extra work.
Stop putting it between you and the things you want to make.