Someone once told me, “you should do what you love.”
By which they meant, ‘what you love should support you,’ there is a difference.
I imagined trying to ask for money, in exchange for typing my crap.
“No one would help feed me, for my crap writing,” I said.
“It isn’t crap,” they said
(Don’t you hate it when people pretend to know your art better than you,
Just because feelings.)
I am selfish and vain.
I do it to be seen, by me.
I don’t even have the prerequisites for utilizing my own language.
I suppose it depends on the individual; whether it is good, bad, or ambiguous
Although anything, with little effort, is worthy of rice to a beggar.
“Thank you for saying so,” I said.