No patience for small minded people.
People who think the type of music they listen to and know is the only type of good music.
And when I try to suggest something that I think they would like, because ya know I’ve known them for 15 years, they start laughing.
And then they scroll through my library, that I’m letting them take ANYTHING they want from, and just laugh as they scroll.
I hate small-minded people.
i want a late night adventure. i want someone to call me up and say, “i’m outside. let’s go do something!” i want to go out late at night in my pj’s and my hair all tied up. maybe drive around. go to a park and just swing on the swings. maybe sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. i just want a late night adventure with people i like to be around. no drama. nothing but good vibes and good company.
I know writing this just adds to what I’m going to complain about. But aren’t we all hypocrites in one way or another.
Sometimes when I scroll through tumblr it feels so generic. Everyone is producing something, everyone is “good” at something.
I want somewhere to create something. I want that ambition and that drive and that confidence that something will be good, something that I make I can be proud of. Something that people can’t just scroll through on a page of 100 other pieces of art.
Sometimes when I scroll through tumblr it feels so inspiring. So many people are producing things to be proud of.
Sometimes when I watch videos on youtube I feel so inadequate and so alone. People are making things that connect with other humans, things that connect somewhere deep in others’ hearts.
I feel like I’m floating.
I’m just floating around.
I have no direction.
I don’t want to be one of those people who just complain.
I want to do.
I want to go do.
I just don’t know what to do.
And I feel so alone.
I want to create something.
I’m so tired of consuming. I want to create something.
Something doesn’t have to be beautiful, it doesn’t have to be funny, it doesn’t have to be moving.
My something doesn’t have to touch someone’s heart.
But I hope it does. If no one elses but mine.