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Critique Attack — Double Helix pg295
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
I’ve come to believe that what makes great art timeless is a creator’s intention to convey the highest good. (I’m still practicing. Slowly. Over lifetimes.)
By now I had hit my vitriol limit. To make Winny and Gaby shut up and leave, I asked to be reimbursed for having 2,000 postcards reprinted. I needed to remove Gallery First after being dis-invited to join. They refused, but were inspired to leave quickly. Amazingly, I didn’t have a teary little breakdown after it was over. I actually felt pretty good — almost like I had gotten through a dissertation with a particularly harsh testing committee… and passed. The best part was that none of their ickiness stuck to me. Burning some sage cleaned up the energy-funk, and I was ready for the next better idea.
Allison came by the next day to sincerely express she had no clue that was going to happen, conveyed how awful she felt about the whole thing, and offered admiration that I handled being dissed and dismissed with poise. Kind of her, but it wasn’t all me. ‘Please show me the Truth’ is a pretty awesome prayer. — From Epilog
Insults by douchebags will ideally inspire life lessons. If I don’t find a way grow I’ll just whine like a little victim. The worst thing about blame is that it’s boring. Revenge is…
