As cliched as the saying is, I always enjoyed hearing people come up to me and exclaim “I like your work” or “I’m a fan.”
It fills you with a momentary glow of meaning, a validating sense that your toilings have actually paid off in that someone’s noticed them and not found them totally repulsive. They really, really like you!
But that’s not good enough for me anymore. The stakes are higher these days.
In the last six months, I’ve had two people gush to me, “You saved my life!” (I guess meaning that my openly gay stance helped them be gay themselves), not to mention someone else enthusiastically saying, “You created me! You made me!”
OK, two of those three people happened to have been sloshed at the time, but still, the head-spinning praise gave me a rush and upped the ante so that I now tend to demand a higher level of benediction than the usual polite laudings.
If someone now tells me “I like your work,” I’m usually thinking, “Fool! That’s the best you can do? I save lives and create people!”
But still, bring it on and let’s try it anyway.