RosebyAnyName
Staring at the ceiling for 6 hours
- Nov 9, 2023
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I have certain interest, mostly creative ones like art and music, that just make me miserable. If I wasn't interested in these topics at all, I wouldn't be as self-hating as I am now. I wish I never liked them in the first place, but I like looking at art and listening to music, and I think to myself "I want to try that." Then I realize I suck, I will always suck, and others will always be so astronomically better than me while being half my age because I will never enjoy it enough to work on it.
And before anyone tells me "just practice / practice makes perfect" YES I KNOW. The problem is that art is a waste of time. Developing my skill and getting good at art is still, ultimately, a waste of time. I know the grass is always greener and that I would hate being an artist in practice, my brain just won't let go of this impossible fantasy where "being an artist" will somehow fix all my problems. I know the fantasy of being loved by others because of my art is a lie. I know becoming fully satisfied with my proficiency will never happen because I actually hate practicing anything, and I always hate my art no matter how "good" I get at it. Even if I become the best artist known to humanity I know in reality I won't feel happier and I won't get the fame and love I desire. Instead I'll still just hate myself, hate my own works, and everyone will think I'm cringy anyways. The quality of the art means nothing, just that I hate the process and will always hate the process.
How do I finally convince my brain to give up on these impossible dreams?
And how can I go back to enjoying art without just feeling bitter jealousy for those who are better than me?
And before anyone tells me "just practice / practice makes perfect" YES I KNOW. The problem is that art is a waste of time. Developing my skill and getting good at art is still, ultimately, a waste of time. I know the grass is always greener and that I would hate being an artist in practice, my brain just won't let go of this impossible fantasy where "being an artist" will somehow fix all my problems. I know the fantasy of being loved by others because of my art is a lie. I know becoming fully satisfied with my proficiency will never happen because I actually hate practicing anything, and I always hate my art no matter how "good" I get at it. Even if I become the best artist known to humanity I know in reality I won't feel happier and I won't get the fame and love I desire. Instead I'll still just hate myself, hate my own works, and everyone will think I'm cringy anyways. The quality of the art means nothing, just that I hate the process and will always hate the process.
How do I finally convince my brain to give up on these impossible dreams?
And how can I go back to enjoying art without just feeling bitter jealousy for those who are better than me?
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