I’m not very good with relativity .
I can relate to the fact that this blog would need to be a lot more interesting to people other than myself in order to get people to read it, and therefore, more efficiently use my time to connect with people.
But I do wonder, y’know? I wonder about everybody else. You know they’re out there they make half the money I do, and yet they’ve got 2 or more kids, some crapped out car, it’s just . . . how do they survive?
I think my life sucks. How do they cope?
In a lot of ways it’s a luxury to know money can’t buy you happiness, because most go through life honestly thinking if they just had the money it would all be okay.
Maybe they like their friends and have a lot of love in their lives, and they appreciate that.
Really it’s all about your attitude and approach. Money won’t change the way you see things as soon as you adjust to it. You’ll just go back to feeling the same way you did. That’s why I try to relate to all these poor people everywhere.
Think I’m miserable? Just because I don’t have multitudes of hot honeys and i’m not lauded left and right for my mastery of beats and incisive commentary?
Try out these guys lives. I don’t even have to go to work really. SOme days I gotta get up and do stuff, but not that many. Is that my doom, befuddled and stricken by leisure, feeling no need to settle for the average girl, a normal life where you’re not some big deal?
Well it made me think of fantasy. I always wanted it to be real. I didn’t see why I couldn’t lead some cool metro lifestyle, with different girls, parties, craziness. I know it exists, or it did, that’s why I chased it, but just because it exists for a few, for a short while, it doesn’t make it real.
It’s just some tv rock star fantasy being played out. That was my problem, I wanted it to be real.
All those people drudging it out are happy with the fantasy being just that, escaping into it.
They’re happy to live out their lives, as long as they can slip into their fantasy if just for a moment.
It doesn’t matter if it’s dragons and robots, that’s how far from reality they allow themselves to be removed.
In my fantasy well, I was well dressed, witty, charming to the ladies and an adventurer in the urban sense. Like the money, the art and the girls would become afterthoughts.
It’s something else, the slug in the bowl, it tells a deeper story. Of something deeper in out nature.
Am I too romantic, am I too nostalgic, expecting I’ll spend the rest of my life indulging myself materially and philosophically, can I not just accept I’m being hopelessly wistful and focus on something else?
That the slug in the bowl and the dark corners of the streets tell a story.
What about the song I wrote “I can only ask”?
What’s that about?
You’re young and then it’s over? is that what it’s about?
I’m calling my new song “Problemantech”.
Sure my fantasy was perhaps a little more within my grasp but just as to every peon and peasant, it was still a fantasy, a dream of another, better life.
Last night I saw myspace as a better life. It was rock’n roll. Now I see kids getting sick of Facebook and realise it turned in on itself, it’s not rock’n roll any more, it’s not adventurous, it’s boring, because people are looking for a new escape. Facebook just offers a sanitized and sterilized version of what the loved about myspace, which unfortunately, just got out of control, like a wild party with uncool idiots from school spewing on each other.
That was a theme too, once. Rejecting snobbery to be a man of the people, just to realise the people aren’t very smart.
But I’m veering off the point. I was trying to make a point about fantasy being okay for the 90% of the population who don’t live the high life, because it’s all they have. To truly relate to these people I should try to understand that, that that’s what a fantasy is, it’s a hope that’s not real, it’s a nice idea that keeps you going, for the sake of itself.
Artistically maybe you can’t live out some dream, some fantasy life. But to see it, too imagine it into being, that is what so many great artists were doing, looking beyond the world in front of them to a sanctuary they had created for themselves.
