Friday, February 16, 2018
My Day to Whine
I loathe, hate, abhor, and dislike making posters. I feel diminished, dismissed, degraded by being asked to do them. I dream about leaving groups who believe they "honor" me by asking me to do them. I even come to dislike those friends that so dismissively assign me the task of SIGNS.
I got rid of my large format printer to make it more impossible for me to do them. Nobody seems to have noticed. I just have to do them by hand.
I have tried to process all the horrible Post Traumatic Stress which in unearthed whenever I face another lettering task. I have decided it is entirely too enmeshed in my memories to just vanish it. I can name it and the participants. Mr. Featherstone, the art teacher; Mr. Brown the principal; a school counselor I have relegated to the unnamed witches of my past; Mr. Mealy, the hero; Manzano High School, which will never be a fond memory because of lettering.
I want to be cremated when I die. Please lay for my memory no stones to mark the spot. I would hate to have lettering associated with my name.