Lately I've felt really confused with life. I reckon it has a lot to do with uni and how most of the lectures have just left me feeling more or less helpless with my place in the world and the creative industry's survival and all that shite. I don't feel like there is a place there for me and I don't know what I want to do even though at the same time I know what I want to do clearer than I've known in my whole life. I've found new friends, which I absolutely love, but at the same time they scare me, and I don't know how to deal with a few situations there. I need a job, preferably something that is relative that would help me get along in the business but I don't know where to find one. Today all I've wished is that I was living in the 60s, I was a boy and had a rich dad. Or that at least I was a boy and had a rich dad. I know my uni tutors are supposed to be there to help me, or at least I assume so, but this is very much an existential crisis while, confusingly not being one. I guess most of this shit stems from the fact that our rehearsal didn't go as well as I hoped today, and I feel like my music is stuck. Like, can I just be a boy with a rich dad?
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