Feb 05, 2006 12:43
God, I hate talking about failures and shit, it’s annoying and trite. It just makes me contemplate and wonder what else I fucked up. I know I’ve fucked up a lot, I’m not infallible. I’m human and flawed and I make mistakes…
Alright, I make a lot of mistakes.
There’s a fuck-ton of failures that I could go into but they’ll just make me EMO and moody and I hate getting like that, it annoys me more then the failure.
If you‘d asked me this last year then I most likely would have said that Claire was my worst failure, I royally fucked up that friendship and never-been relationship. Then again she was the one that jerked me around.
Not like I didn’t let her for a while. Then I got fed up.
Alright, I’m getting off track here. My worst failure had to have been my first art showing, my god did that tank. I think maybe like five people showed the fuck up that I didn’t know; half my friends were stoned in the back and Charlie dropped acid in the water.
Yeah, trust me I know how majorly fucked that is. Two people got sick.
Although it was a fucking trip to see the gallery owner tripping off her ass. Not to mention her daughter - who was so fucking hot - let lose enough to come into a dark corner with me.
Maybe all that as a whole wasn’t a total disaster; but my art failed and that so fucked with my head, I didn’t paint anything for two years.
Come to think of it that was right before I decided to put all my energy into performance art. There’s nothing more energizing then getting up on stage with my guitar and letting lose every bit of anger and rage. Nobody say’s you’re being EMO or a psychotic freak or anything. It’s fan-fucking-tastic.
Alright, so maybe my worst failure turned out to be something good… it’s still a failure.
Muse: Edie
Fandom: Six Feet Under [Season 4]
Word Count: 336
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