Cherokee by blood. Seminole by love.
I am a visual learner. Sitting there telling me something means nothing to me. Or very little at the most. Sitting there telling me I’m doing something wrong or that’s not possible or that’s not going to work and then tell me you’ve done it before means even fucking less to me. I don’t give a fuck if you’ve done it before. I am a perfectionist. You don’t know how my mind works and you don’t know what I am picturing for what it is I am doing. Don’t you fucking dare for a second tell me you know I’m wrong because you’ve done it. As far as I’m fucking concerned, unless you’ve done it in front of me or I know you’ve made a living doing it, I neither give a fuck nor does you possibly non-existent not-actual-skill mean a damn thing to me. Fuck you. Fuck you for thinking I’m not smart enough to watch videos and research what I’m about to do all night. Fuck you for expecting me to settle when I’m attempting to make something (much less jewelry for my mother who was a jeweler for a damn living. I get she’s my mom so she’ll probably like it anyways, but that isn’t enough for ME) Fuck you for telling me I’m wrong on my adventure, not yours. Fuck you for thinking your opinion means more than my own. Yeah, you’re damn right I’m my own worst critic. Critics get shit done. When I’ve been working on something for hours, I know every flaw. You don’t. Don’t tell me it’s good or ‘fine’. Fine doesn’t fucking cut it.
Now matter what it is I want to do people always tell me I’m wrong. I can’t do it that way. I’ll learn the hard way, all the while sitting there about ‘I’ll always support you and be positive’ bitch that ain’t positive! Thank for the ‘support’