Its really sad how many people Ive had to cut out of my life. Like this girl, who I used to call my best friend. She stopped texting me back after I got my first gallery show - probably jealouse that Im actually making something of myself while shes still posting selfies every day.
Real friends would be happy for my success. They wouldnt get all quiet and weird when I talk about my accomplishments. But no, everytime I mention something good happening with my art, the conversation just dies. Its so obvious there jealous.
I remember this one time I was telling her about how a collector bought one of my pieces for $500 and she litterally changed the subject. Like, hello? This is a big deal for me and your supposed to be my friend. But I guess she couldnt handle it because shes never accomplished anything herself.
And then theres the whole "group" that I used to hang out with. Remember those Friday night dinners we used to have? Yeah, apparently they still do those - they just stopped inviting me. I found out from seeing someones Instagram story. Thanks alot guys, real mature.
They said it was because I "dominated conversations" and "never asked about their lives" but thats such BS. Im a artist, Im supposed to be passionate about my work. If they had anything interesting going on in there lives maybe Id ask about it more. But listening to some girl complain about her kids for the millionth time is not exactly stimulating conversation.
I tried reaching out to ask why they didnt invite me and this girl gave me some excuse about "keeping things small" even though there were like 8 people there in the photo. So basically your telling me Im not one of your top 8 friends? After everything we've been through??
You know what, good riddance. I dont need people in my life who cant celebrate my wins. Im doing just fine on my own. Better then fine actually - Im thriving. My art is selling, Im getting recognition, and Im not wasting time with people who bring nothing to the table.
If you cant handle being around someone whos confident and successful, then your the problem. Not me. Ive worked to hard to let other peoples insecuritys drag me down.
Real recognizes real, and clearley none of them were on my level anyway.
— Denice