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I should be flattered.
There are people who literally spend hours of their life every day following me. People who obsessively save every work of art I post online. People who comment and hypothesize about everything I do, even when I am not doing anything. People who make their own comics, websites, and blogs because of me. People who meticulously sift through my stats, my comments, and near-decade old journals. People who obsessively screen-capture everything I say or do anywhere online. People who seemingly have no life other than to talk about every aspect of my own. People who, day in and day out, never tire of talking about me to their friends online.
These people are amazing and I am continually astounded by them and the things they come up with... over a worthless and unimportant cartoonist.
Not even a good cartoonist either. Just an average, slightly stubborn, mediocrely popular on a dubious website... cartoonist. Not a politician with real influence in the world. Not a famous movie actor. Not a famous humanitarian. Not even a person in any sort of position of power. Just a stupid cartoonist making stupid comics.... on the internet. A cartoonist who's very existence is insignificant and pointless in the grand scheme of things.
I really should be flattered.
They spend all that time and energy following me when there are worse things in the world around them. They obsess over me when they should be working on their own stuff. They refuse to leave me when others have told them to. They hang on my every word and action, waiting for me to dictate how their lives will continue. They keep my websites earning money, even when I'm not posting anything. They buy my products, and write me reviews. They correct my work so I don't have to. They keep people reminded of me, when no one cares. They bring me up to their friends, exposing my name to others and making sure that I continue to be well known instead of letting me drift back into the nether-voids of the internet.
The only reason I am famous in any way, is because of them. The only reason anyone cares about me is because of them. The only reason people known my name and talk about me to this day, is because of them. They are the reason I continue to make art. They are my truest fans. They are my most devoted following.
And I am truly grateful for their help.
Thank you.
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Tired 
Just start appreciating critique. Take it seriously. Thank people who take their time to look at your pictures. Even if they're not nice. Swallow down your pride.
Just. Do. It.
Every day that goes by will make it worse. And worse. And worse. Just do it. Get it over with. And think how you happy you'll be when it's over.
It truly is an honor and I feel privileged to count myself among the number of people who enjoy seeing what you're up to from time to time. There are a lot of mediocre cartoonists out there, and plenty of awful ones (myself included), but the rare combination of stubbornness, laziness, pretentiousness, and ignorance wrapped up in a victim-complex bow is so rare that it's difficult to ignore. It's like being the Christian Weston Chandler of cartoonists. That's you, Andrew. That's why so many of us are fascinated.
It's like someone who hates ducks but can't stop covering himself in bread crumbs next to a pond...
Please do not block me on this account as well because I truly like your work and I will not continue to "spam" on your page. I will keep watching you and forgive you for blocking me but I was frustrated that you would do such a thing... I just wanted an answer because I was inspired and I wanted to start a comic myself...
Spam, good or bad, is a block in my books. That's why.
Just as Thomas Hudson Jones once said "Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate"
You really should start doing some damage control before shit spirals off.