My father is a night person.
worked 5pm till 1am most of his life, as a copy-editor for the sports page.
somehow, I too am this type of person.
late at night, alone, without the hustle and bustle of PEOPLE to interact with…
the internet is the only wild card that can still destroy this situation.
here’s to the ENTP’s.
and the INTP’s (such as my mother)
The Best Ideas always seem to happen between midnight at 6am…
that is certainly so, UNLESS:
1. you are on the internet at all
2. in the vicinity of any other massive distraction, such as people, or any kind of electronic device, other than music players.
it is SO RELAXING, sitting in a corner in a DARK cafe late at night, 12:24 am, WITHOUT THE BLOODY INTERNET! I MUST do this every day, or life is pretty much NEVER gonna get better, with this constant jive-ass distraction of facebook and other “garbage” at hand constantly.
remember this.
I shall say, being on the internet all or much of the time seems a terrible thing indeed.
it is as if you are never alone.
and why on earth would you want to never be alone?
thought of the day, 2 8 2015
when things exist JUST to make money, instead of to do “what they actually are supposed to do-”
you’re fucked.
such as healthcare as way to make money, instead of a way to, you know, provide healthcare so that people can be healthy.
or music as way to make money, instead of… you know, a way to play music and make music and enjoy music, instead of just making garbage, calling it music, and selling it to ignorant or stupid people with bad taste. OOH OUCH yes… YEs…smile emoticon ;);)
or clothes, as a way to make money, instead of, you know, provide people with clothes so that they aren’t cold, n shit.
or phones, as a way to communicate, instead of, you know, a way to sell people the most unnecessary and expensive (and distracting) device POSSIBLE, with all this excess garbage that nobody needs, instead of, you know, to just communicate.
or higher education, as a way to make money, instead of, you know, a way to teach people and a way for people to learn interesting and useful things.
or streaming movie things, as a way to make money, instead of, you know, just charging people for what they want when they want it, and not charging them a high rate per month, whether they are using it or not (thanks to that, I don’t see movies at all anymore, pretty much.)
or attitudes towads our bodies and sex, as way to make money, instead of, you know, a way to love and be loved and have sex and be happy.
or sports, as way to make money, instead of, you know, a way to, like, play sports and enjoy them and enjoy life.
so, yeah… somethin’s real fucked up with that.
but THANKFULLY, it’s not entirely my problem.
I know this stuff, and when I make music, it’s for the right damn reason. I’m gonna die some day, so I’ll make music for the right reason now.
that’s good enough. it has to be.
Thought of the Day 2 6 2015
perhaps one would not be defensive if they did not feel that others were attacking them (regardless of whether other’s really are attacking them.)
feeling safe is important.
so is feeling valid, and deserving of happiness and life.
not letting others’ actions define you is a fine idea, as is not taking it personally when other people disappoint you.
wow, after three or four days of rehearsing and playing music with many friends far and wide, for many hours, I am reminded not for the 100th time,
that playing music is a lot cooler than being on facebook and getting all indignant about politics and such.
something I seem to take for granted ALL of the time is that
1. I have some nifty musical knowledge at all, and that
2. I have A TON of musical friends who love music so much that they actually make it, no matter how difficult, and that
3. I live in a place which has, all things considered, A LOT of such people, (even if there are a billion more people who are not these.)
I really do like that.
how awful would it be to lose that.
how much more tragic would it be to never have discovered it.
see? life really is pretty amazing.
Thought of the Day 1 29 2015
what would I have done if I WERE ADHD, but had UNSHAKABLE CONFIDENCE… instead of the belief that I am unlovable and invalid (with the only things capable of overcoming said belief being adhd-related Highly Stimulating things…)
?
!!! question of the day, of the year, of LIFE:
“what would you do if you believed you were lovable and were valid?”
(uber profound)