Tb fucking h EVERYTHING with that last post.
I passed around hand drawn stapled together comics in elementary school that my friends and classmates loved.
I breezed through and slept and even skipped my classes because everything was oh so easy. I got praise for talent and being naturally smart and soaked it up like a sponge.
When I hit middle school? Everything came crashing down. I was failing all my classes cause I didn’t know how to study.
My mandatory art classes were hell cause a bunch of crappy coloured pencil superhero cartoons didn’t help with realistic sketches and other art mediums.
I was a wreck because everyone got on my case about how I should be doing better because they /knew/ I could do better, I did before, what happened? Did it run out?
Was everyone lying the entire time?
What happened was I was put in a new situation with none of my old friends to help me through and relate to it,
and my family just assumed that I was being lazy since it used to come to me so easily.
My grades didn’t return to even close to how they used to be until 8th grade and figuring it all out from scratch was mentally and emotionally exhausting.
I had to accept that I was out of my element and stop dismissing what people were trying to teach me and stop comparing my work, original or no, to my classmates.
“Talent” really does have an expiration date unless you nurture it with practice or broadening your horizons. Don’t act like or assume people got so far without putting work into it.