013 - a mixed bag
Always wondered what the deal was with these days. I mean, we have... dozens of different curses popping up over two days. Normally, everyone's got the same curse. Then we got these asshole days where there's no way to prepare. When I considered doing the radio thing, warning people about the curses, helping them with how to cope -- you know, if they didn't become someone else entirely -- I had no way of dealing with these kinds of days. I started writing out everything I could think of, every single curse I could remember, and then I'd remember those fucking mixed bag days. And I'd just stop writing. I couldn't think of how to do it. And I still can't.
So, I guess helping people out with stuff like this might be a lost cause. Sure, I'm dragging my feet on this, but it's a bit of a problem, regardless. I mean, I guess there could be call-in help. Right? Just go with the known curses, since there are usually not many surprises on these days. Still doesn't help everybody, but you can't win 'em all.
I need to get a new job. If this thing doesn't work out, I definitely need something to fall back on. But I don't really feel up to doing more cafes. Maybe I'll get the inkling later on, but right now... I don't know. Maybe I should consider getting something of a more traditional job. Something steady. Something that won't get screwed up due to a lack of musical motivation. Something that doesn't necessarily require an audience. I mean, a musician has some bad shows simply due to the crowd, but a waiter or a cashier or something? Not so much. Sure, bad customers, but they don't ruin the entire day.
Kind of reminds me that I never really had a real job. I did so much music work in high school and when I graduated, I just never had the time or the need. Even in college, I ran on scholarships, grants, and standing in for gigs at bars and concert halls. Maybe I should change that. Something new to experience. Mix things up a little. More variety.
'Cuz, if nothing else, life shouldn't stick to just one flavor. A mixed bag's the way to go.
So, I guess helping people out with stuff like this might be a lost cause. Sure, I'm dragging my feet on this, but it's a bit of a problem, regardless. I mean, I guess there could be call-in help. Right? Just go with the known curses, since there are usually not many surprises on these days. Still doesn't help everybody, but you can't win 'em all.
I need to get a new job. If this thing doesn't work out, I definitely need something to fall back on. But I don't really feel up to doing more cafes. Maybe I'll get the inkling later on, but right now... I don't know. Maybe I should consider getting something of a more traditional job. Something steady. Something that won't get screwed up due to a lack of musical motivation. Something that doesn't necessarily require an audience. I mean, a musician has some bad shows simply due to the crowd, but a waiter or a cashier or something? Not so much. Sure, bad customers, but they don't ruin the entire day.
Kind of reminds me that I never really had a real job. I did so much music work in high school and when I graduated, I just never had the time or the need. Even in college, I ran on scholarships, grants, and standing in for gigs at bars and concert halls. Maybe I should change that. Something new to experience. Mix things up a little. More variety.
'Cuz, if nothing else, life shouldn't stick to just one flavor. A mixed bag's the way to go.