Fascinating how around this time five years ago I was continually making journal entries consistent of the most inane drama that ever plagued my later teenage years. If you're somehow reading this in _current year_ or at some point in the later future-- hello! I'm Drip. I used to think I was big shit on here. For whatever reason, drawing generic Lucario art over and over again gave me a mildly respectable following on here and it somehow allowed me to enlarge my ego to the likes of a tennis-ball-sized brain tumor. That right there is a simile. I didn't know what a simile was five years ago. Because I was flunking school when I should have been paying some attention. But what did I do? I treated DeviantArt like it was my be-all end-all. And what did it get me? A lot of hurt people. Some spectacular enemies. And a couple good friends.
Nothing I did here registered to my real life. In fact, my life got significantly more bearable after I left this site for the likes of twitter and tumblr (rest in rip, tumblr.) But the sad thing I found from re-reading all these old journal entries tonight was that I realised that I was not an outwardly good person. In fact, I acting fucking selfishly. For whatever reason, I well and truly thought I was hot shit from mid 2013 well until the near-end of 2014. And it's embarrassing.
But why am I spamming this account with another cumbersome DeviantArt journal some five odd years later? Well. I'm not very sure. But it felt a bit cathartic to write something proper here to say, "yeah, I've matured." And how have I matured? Probably not all that significantly from how I will likely view this very journal entry perhaps another five years from now. But I can say that --right now-- I am in a better frame of mind than at any point in 2014.
I caused drama. I didn't know I was causing drama. But I was. Every time I wrote some asinine theatrical journal entry-- I incited in-fighting and bickering and finger pointing. Sure, some of these people were likely guilty of whatever it was I accused them of. But even then-- I never should have publicly displayed that bullshit in a fuckin journal entry. Of course, to any of you reading this, you might be read out of some curiosity. Tho, predominantly, I'm positive most people won't give a shit what's written here tonight. And good on them! But good on you as well for reading anyway!
I'm rambling a lot...
Anyway. five years have passed and I can see the change from who I was then and who I am now. And it's surreal. So I may as well vocalise that here since this provides a good timeline of how a person can be altered mentally/emotionally and never even notice. Whether being altered by the people in their life, or their own life choices. I was altered by both. I cant truly describe it. But it's been fun to write this down.
I'm married now. I do artwork as an occupation now. I'm comfortable with where I am. I moved across the world. And I don't know what comes next. But when enough time passes... I'll do my best effort to make some kind of update. If only for myself.
"Echo OUT~"
That was such a lame ass outro for me to inconsistently write. Anyway, be good happy people! Back to doing art that DeviantArt doesn't allow me posting despite their non sequitur website name! (And no, I did not check this entry for errors, I'm just writing it on the fly.)