So I’m indoors for the weekend because I’ve had a bit of a throat going on that’s threatening to go full blown, as in, y’know, a cold, disease.
Unfortunate . . . even frustrating, perhaps, as I’m feeling keenly motivated to respond to the internal pressure of the uhm “romantech” tip.
In fact I never thought about it like that before (see why I write this damn blog even though no one’s supposed to read it?)
When I had this idea that I’d call myself “Romantech” it was because it was attached to a lot of ideas about the city, life in the city, people in the city, adventures in the city etc., y’know maybe there’s a girl involved, maybe there isn’t, y’know, whatever, blah blah.
I dunno if it’s a cool name or anything, but it’s what I’m stuck with.
The point is it wasn’t supposed to be about me just sitting here not knowing anything better but to make money because at least it’s something. At least it’s real, y’know?
The work I do has made me less respectful of musicians and artists than ever. Respectful of real artists, sure, but certainly aware of how many pretenders there are, or just people without any real idea of what being a true artist is all about.
That’s what I’m trying to escape, I really have bought into the idea that art and creative energy is a balance of other things going on in your life.
That’s why I struggle with this whole divide between my business life and my creative life, and tend to feel
But you know what? I actually started tonight’s post with the idea that I wouldn’t just be banging on about that same old chestnut.
Who cares, right?
Yes, I have problems, and you probably wouldn’t be suprised to know I’ve had these problems all my life and becoming relatively successful as a marketing guy hasn’t actually changed my situation that much.
Still kind of lost, still trying to connect all this crap in my head with things out in the real world.
I read something about empaths the other day that really hit home. These are people who are described as needing a lot of time alone, and find being around other people tends to drain their energy.
Also, another indicator is not liking other people in your space, especially your bed.
Know that one!
For me . . . yeah well exactly. Me, me, me.
Sigh.
I did not get this post right at all. This post was supposed to be about not going on about some depressing self indulgent crap and well . . .
Looks like I messed up. Let’s try again shall we?
