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Guh. I think I am having some kind of hormonal issue or something, I am having mood swings like mad, and that's probably part of why this sent me into an instant frothing rage, but the comment itself was pretty damn inexcusable.
Left on one of my art galleries, where part of my profile states things like "This is my full-time job, not my hobby. The prices I charge are exactly what I need to charge in order to pay the rent."
This NIMROD said, "i'm totally opposite of you in so many ways. i think making everything have to be about little green pieces of paper is one of the major things that mess this world up."
You know what, Nimrod? I would LOVE it if the world didn't require money. I would ADORE being able to just do my art without having to worry about getting paid for it. Making plushes just for the sheer love of it and then giving them away to deserving and interesting people is my idea of fucking PARADISE. But guess what?! Unless you're willing to give me a house to live in and a million bucks to live on, I NEED money in order to pay rent, buy food, and generally survive. I would not be happy living under a bridge. I would not be making art of ANY sort if I were starving to death on a street corner.
So you can just FUCK OFF and DIE for all I care, you condescending prick. I bet you've never actually *had* to work a day in your coddled little life, and I hope that changes for you very soon so you can know what it's like to HAVE to care about "little green pieces of paper" even if it's the last thing in the world you want to do!
Left on one of my art galleries, where part of my profile states things like "This is my full-time job, not my hobby. The prices I charge are exactly what I need to charge in order to pay the rent."
This NIMROD said, "i'm totally opposite of you in so many ways. i think making everything have to be about little green pieces of paper is one of the major things that mess this world up."
You know what, Nimrod? I would LOVE it if the world didn't require money. I would ADORE being able to just do my art without having to worry about getting paid for it. Making plushes just for the sheer love of it and then giving them away to deserving and interesting people is my idea of fucking PARADISE. But guess what?! Unless you're willing to give me a house to live in and a million bucks to live on, I NEED money in order to pay rent, buy food, and generally survive. I would not be happy living under a bridge. I would not be making art of ANY sort if I were starving to death on a street corner.
So you can just FUCK OFF and DIE for all I care, you condescending prick. I bet you've never actually *had* to work a day in your coddled little life, and I hope that changes for you very soon so you can know what it's like to HAVE to care about "little green pieces of paper" even if it's the last thing in the world you want to do!
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