I don’t feel like being an artist right now. It gets kind of bagged on anyway. I wouldn’t call it a profession at all. It’s what people do when, one, they can, and two, they can’t really do anything else. Sure… Expression. Who really cares? Suck it up and live on! We don’t need to be artistic or express ourselves! Be a man. Personally, I think it is sort of a waste of time and is overdramatized. Not only that, but it also seems to spit drama from its cry-baby, emotional mouth.
I like it…. I love it. …but it’s dumb. I feel stupid trying to pursue a life full of it.
I’d be like, an “artisan.” Eh… Throughout the things I’ve learned in history class I’ve always seen artisans as expendable and sort of as hold backs. I don’t know why, because they are the people who develop technology, which isn’t holding anything back, but then again, I’m kind of mad at technology too.
Artists are weird.
I’m really mad.
I just wanna… I want to be… Something. Not here, not now, not this. Somewhere.
I miss. . . .
Ugh . . . I don’t know.