The Curse

To my fellow cartoonists, I pose a question? Has this ever happened to you? Say you are at a social gathering of one kind or another and you start to draw. Inevitably, someone comes up tp you and asks to see what you are working on. You stop what you are doing(focusing) and reluctantly let some stranger or relative paw up your sketchbook with thier dirty hands. They “ooh” and “aah” for a little bit and then they all say the same thing: “I wish I could draw like that!”. Back then, when this story was playing out, my usual answer would have been “I wish I didn’t have this talent. Then I could go on with my life and just be normal Joe Shmo.”. I felt that way for a long time, that my talent was cursing me with over sensitivity and if I could just somehow not draw or think creatively I might be able to beat the anxiety and depression that was ruining my life. These days, however, I am glad that I have this talent! I feel lucky as hell that I view life differently than most people. But now my life is full of love and support, and I think that makes all the difference.