While I was outside just now, having a smoke, my mind started wandering, and thinking about life. I am interested in very few things. Those things I do like I have a limitless passion, and endless curiosity for. Those things I am not interested in I avoid like the plague. I like the things I'm interested in and dislike the others. That leaves me in an interesting spot when it comes to my activities as a musician. When I think about it there is a huge corpus of music that I'm not even slightly interested in. Much of it I dislike. However that small part of it that I do like I love with a passion, and know in the minutest detail.
I realize that I'm just the same when it comes to people. I love very few people, and I do love them. They are always in my thoughts because they are the only people who really matter to me. Other people are of no interest to me whatsoever, and I avoid them as much as possible. Other people are that baying mob that seems to go out of its way to make an introvert's life so difficult. They are the ones who insist you conform with their way of doing things. That's people for you.
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