Last night, upon entering my living room, my entire family was there to greet me. I immediately sensed a disturbance in my world.
I recognized the setting even though this scenario had never occurred for me before. It was an intervention. “OH MY GOD,” I thought to myself, as I became more nervous wondering what the hell I did to deserve this sort of attention.
“Had I been drinking too much?”
“NAH, that can’t be it.” I thought quickly as they swarmed to block my escape route to the stairs.
Then a man in the back spoke. He said, “Your family is worried. They don’t spend much time with you anymore. They feel that RedBubble is like crack.”
“WHAT?” laughing. “Crack? – you are absurd,” I barked at them all.
My mind circled now…
Were they insane? I know that I have been spending the last month consumed in “the bubble,” but I didn’t think that was a problem.
I desperately tried to explain that in the bubble I feel inspired to create. When I read the motivational words of my fellow artists it feeds my continued desire to better myself. In the “real” world the normal folks don’t understand what it takes to create each piece. So, to hear praise from fellow artists it means more than the others.
The bubble fuels my desire to display work publicly, though I am not doing it today. My fear has always been “those” people and their critique of my work. The bubble is safe for me. It feels good.
That is when my family said, “So, Kara… this doesn’t sound like RedBubble Crack to you?”
“Well, now that I have explained it out loud – I guess it does.”
I offered to my family that I would see if RedBubble would host some RB Anonymous Forums for all of us that are RB Addicts (joke). My family didn’t find this funny AT ALL.
The intervention did end well. I admit I am an RB addict! (You say: Hi Kara!) I am proud of it.
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