Bohemian Rhapsody

[allie]

Before I move into the bulk of my post, I would like to announce that I have located the title and artist of my "secret song"... that's probably not the right word for it, but do you ever hear a song sporadically for several months (or several years even) and you really want to download it but you have no idea what it's called or who it's by?

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Gauging yourself by the perceived measure of others

[jait]

I've got lots of experience with this one. I've seen it in all aspects of my life. From being the new kid in primary school to the overwhelming artistic talents when I started at a school for performing arts.

But somehow things changed. I don't know how. By the time I graduated high school, I was one of those people that others wondered how they'd do without. And I still didn't feel like I'd done much. I ran a studio theater for a few years, I produced just about every print announcement for recitals, plays, presentations that went on in the school (yeah, that's an exxageration). I lived, breathed and slept art. And yet, it wasn't enough.

Sooner or later--and for me it was later--I had to realize that guaging myself by others (or more precisely, by the envy I felt for others) led me nowhere.

I need to buckle down and just do it. Whether the stuff I produce in the beginning is tripe or not, it just takes time. Even if I am talentless, craft can take over and produce technically competent work.

But I (and I

Re: Gauging yourself by the perceived measure of others

[allie]

Consider yourself added. Your feedback is much appreciated and necessary. No pressure:) Possibly you'd like to get on the job of feedback for all the friends-only entries you've now been introduced to... eh? No pressure, again. But thank you very much, you're very kind.

[pointclickkill]

I've never been very interesting. Even as a child I was basically talentless. No art schools for me. I've always envied those with art talent. I've always wanted to be the girl that put the beautiful images from her mind onto paper. Some of us just aren't that lucky, I suppose.

I used to want to be a writer, and at one point I was actually quite good at it. Then something happened: Highschool. My love of the creative aspects of life seemed to vanish without a trace. I became bored with anything and everything. Hell, I became boring. I envied everyone around me for their beauty. I can still see beauty in the world, in the people, in everyone except myself. I'm working on that.

My point in posting this isn't to bore you (regardless of the fact that I've probably already done so), but to tell you that your journal left a lasting impression on me. It made me stop and think about all the things I've been missing out on, and for that I thank you. I also added you to my list. I hope you don't mind.

[allie]

How to respond to this? I don't even know.... all I can tell you is that I feel EXACTLY the same way, and all of what you had to say was really touching. I added you back so you'll gain access to all my private shit, and I hope it doesn't dissapoint you :-/. To have an appreciation for admirable artists and beauty in itself represents a specialness in you. I'm glad you found me. And how exactly did you come across this? just to keep track:)

thanks again!

Thank you

[drug_monkey]

There's a quote by one of my favorite writers, Douglas Adams... he was once asked what it's like to be a writer, and he said "It's a wretched and lonely existence

Re: Thank you

[allie]

You are exactly the type of person i'm writing to, you know. Someone who will be touched, and inspired, and not just turned off by the long emotional rants

*surfer*

[great_dame]

Was just looking around and your journal amused me. Thanks for the read! -Autumn May-