Wait, I had a chance?

Is exactly what I think every time a friend of mine starts dating someone who is mid at best.

Look, I realize that this is super conceited, but am I the only one who finds themselves feeling this way? A friend of mine will start dating someone new, and, while I'm happy for them, I'm looking at the person and kind of kicking myself for thinking I didn't have a chance. It isn't like I genuinely want to date them, if we're being perfectly honest, it's like this belated jealousy from some self I used to be. Like, deep down in my spirit I remember anyone I fancied and didn't make a move on because I couldn't fathom that I'd have a chance, only to see guys getting a chance that even I'm having trouble seeing the appeal with.

It's bizarre to say the least and has me wondering what dates I might have gone on had I only bothered to ask.

Any who…

I've got a new pet portrait commission on the works which will be bring in a few bucks: always a plus. I'm hoping to see it finished in the next couple of weeks. Aside from that, art work is going slowly but steadily. I've still got this deep excitement in seeing MTC come together, and I'm really enjoying how Un Chien is starting to look. Per my new daily goals, also polishing a red ephemerol sketch off a day which means that in less than a year, I should have all of the layouts complete.

Little by little. Day by day.

Dicks for listening!