So I was going to this art group. They met twice a month and I was actually one of the leaders. I thought it was really awesome and just a great place for me to express myself artistically. They meet at my church but it wasn't necessarily a "christian" group, just an art group that happened to meet in a church cafe.
I went to one of the smaller venue meetings and read one of my poems. No one said anything they just all stared at me like I'd screamed explitives in mass. Then someone else read this agonizingly simplistic poem and everyone raved about it.
I figured I'd give it another shot at the open mic cafe (a larger considerably venue) thinking I'd get a better response but I was, again, sorely disappointed.
My husband said I'm just going to be the catalyst for a change. For people to strive to be better artistically but frankly, I'm tired of being the catalyst. For once I want to be accepted for who I am when I arrive instead of having to change everyone's opinions before I can be accepted.
I went to one of the smaller venue meetings and read one of my poems. No one said anything they just all stared at me like I'd screamed explitives in mass. Then someone else read this agonizingly simplistic poem and everyone raved about it.
I figured I'd give it another shot at the open mic cafe (a larger considerably venue) thinking I'd get a better response but I was, again, sorely disappointed.
My husband said I'm just going to be the catalyst for a change. For people to strive to be better artistically but frankly, I'm tired of being the catalyst. For once I want to be accepted for who I am when I arrive instead of having to change everyone's opinions before I can be accepted.
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plumfairy:
happy bday godgirl
xtiangothchick:
thanks guys