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Yesterday, a bully tried to bully me. I did not let it happen. I've been thinking about why it didn't work ever since - was he an ineffectual bully? Perhaps. Was he too slow, too old, too dumb to keep up with my razor wit? I don't know about that. I think, in the end, it came down to this - I am an artist. I know that, in my heart. I hold onto that core belief and let nothing shake it. When this bully came along, he yammered and howled, but nothing he can possibly say or do will change who I am. Perhaps he feels a hole in himself, where art used to live. That might be what pissed him off in the first place.