Yesterday I wrote about my friend Maiga who is a great, fantastic, person.
However, I unfortunately I met some not so great and fantastic people at the Queen West Art Crawl. My employee and friend Chloe had to go and use the washroom, so I was by myself at my booth. I was minding my own business and watching people go by with their cute dogs when these two guys stopped and looked in my direction. One guy said to the other guy, "Gee, the artist must have stepped away for a minute. All there is is this retard."
It actually made me cry because for most of my life I keep running into shmucks like this and it knocks the wind out of me for a second. I do my best to live an ordinary life and to follow my dreams. I'm very proud of all my accomplishments and I think I'm a good, decent, person who always tries to help anyone in trouble. That's just the kind of person I am.
However, it always comes as a shock when jerks like that don't see me the way I see myself. It's like a slap in the face or a kick in the gut. More aptly, it's like a bully coming along and kicking your beautiful sandcastle into dust.
Sure, I cried at the Queen West Art Crawl, but most times I don't let peole get me down because I know I'm better than that!
Shmucks and bullies, watch out! One day I (or someone else) might just destroy your sandcastles. Karma is a bitch, baby!