I find myself still getting self conscious around people when I show them my art. It has been years since the incident–stupid as it was–but I still get concerned. I can still hear the snickering and the mockery when I was trying my hardest. I wanted to be selected so I could show so many people that I was worth it. But, I wasn’t. And one experience of my “best friend,” at the time, has me questioning every artistic venture I partake in. Because of one gesture, I am left with anxiety and nervousness to be artistic. And that is bullshit.