Journal Entry
Hello, nobody. I'm finally starting to realize that there are more people in the world than just myself- it's really quite crazy.
I'm rather slow, I've found. Being stuck in the mental state of solipsism is somewhat frightening, now that I look back upon it. I mean, it's fine and dandy to be self absorbed, but... I don't know, I just took it too far. And really, I'm glad that I've grown out of that. I have a lot of catching up to do, emotionally and mentally. Lots of learning. But it will happen, whether I want it to or not.
I've been writing a bit, too. Looking through my little stories, I see lots of mistakes, but... It's not that bad, really. I'm ready to learn from it, to improve my writing and perhaps, just maybe, focus a good deal of my energy on it. Because to me, writing is a sharing of experience. And while I may be slow, I've experienced plenty. To not share my unique experiences would be shameful, now that I understand the world beyond my head.
Musically, I'm ready to burst through the ceiling I've imposed upon myself out of laziness. I mean, I understand how to shred- theoretically. But can I? Nope. So I'm going to change that. It's amazing what listening to some Pantera will do, you know? I've sat on my hands for so long that I play like crap, and I've got the motivation of fucking rock when it comes to reaching my dreams. And you know what? I don't like that. It will change.
Personality. It's something we all have, whether people think we have it or not. I'm starting to see what mine is, again due to my growth from solipsism, and I'm going to begin developing it. I do so much thinking, but I rarely put my thoughts into action. Especially in the cases of intrapersonal relations; I need new friends. I need to open myself up to going and doing things, I need to stop being so... hermit-esque.
Eh, peace out.
I'm rather slow, I've found. Being stuck in the mental state of solipsism is somewhat frightening, now that I look back upon it. I mean, it's fine and dandy to be self absorbed, but... I don't know, I just took it too far. And really, I'm glad that I've grown out of that. I have a lot of catching up to do, emotionally and mentally. Lots of learning. But it will happen, whether I want it to or not.
I've been writing a bit, too. Looking through my little stories, I see lots of mistakes, but... It's not that bad, really. I'm ready to learn from it, to improve my writing and perhaps, just maybe, focus a good deal of my energy on it. Because to me, writing is a sharing of experience. And while I may be slow, I've experienced plenty. To not share my unique experiences would be shameful, now that I understand the world beyond my head.
Musically, I'm ready to burst through the ceiling I've imposed upon myself out of laziness. I mean, I understand how to shred- theoretically. But can I? Nope. So I'm going to change that. It's amazing what listening to some Pantera will do, you know? I've sat on my hands for so long that I play like crap, and I've got the motivation of fucking rock when it comes to reaching my dreams. And you know what? I don't like that. It will change.
Personality. It's something we all have, whether people think we have it or not. I'm starting to see what mine is, again due to my growth from solipsism, and I'm going to begin developing it. I do so much thinking, but I rarely put my thoughts into action. Especially in the cases of intrapersonal relations; I need new friends. I need to open myself up to going and doing things, I need to stop being so... hermit-esque.
Eh, peace out.