I’m afraid of a lot of things. I’m afraid that the modern way of life might become unsustainable. I’m afraid of falling asleep on the road, because I was out too late at night and too tired to know any better. I’m afraid that being an independent illustrator now might leave me with no retirement funds for if my hands go arthritic or my eyes go blind.
But one of the things I’m most afraid of are people who don’t know a thing about what they’re talking about. People have always found ways to simplify entire groups of “others” just to make sure they’re right. And if all you see when you see 4chan are the worst people there, get a mirror and look at tumblr here, or reddit there, or twitter over yonder. People who have to simplify things into evil little boxes are what make me truly afraid. Because I can take myself getting abuse, I’m grown up enough to know better. But when people in general stop understanding that the world is a complicated place with dimension and character and beauty and problems, that’ll be when the species truly ends. I am deeply afraid of that.
I ain’t afraid of being associated with 4chan, any more than I am afraid of being associated with tumblr, with gamers, with America. Each of those things have harbored some of the worst examples of subhuman shit stains the world has ever seen. But that doesn’t matter all that much does it?
All I can ever promise is try to be a good person. If all people want to do is put a label on me and dismiss me for frequenting a place that is also traveled by the obscene and the hateful, then forgive me for trying to live.