Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Musicians are so creative.
For example, give them a metal song like Master of Puppets. And they start playing it entirely on cello, remix the solos, and even Spongebob Squarepants have changed it to a Campfire Song.
But I can't afford to be creative. Not in life. I mean, how creative can you get? Your life route is pretty much planned out once you were born. You shit in paper underwear for the first 2 years of your life, learn to walk, go to school, experience puberty, go to college, go to higher education, find a job, find a partner, get a few kids, slog your life away while watching them grow up, then see your grandchildren if you are lucky and still alive, and then snuff out.
No creativity at all.
If only I could step out of the norm. You know, just take a backpack and go hitch-hiking randomly, surviving on simple communicational skills and getting the occasional odd jobs to sustain my hitch-hike activities.
Would be a much more interesting life. O well. Not that I'm complaining with my life at the moment. Just a pretty random post.
Competition in 5 days, and I'm FREAKING out. Woop di doo.