Quite plainly.
I have been utterly uninspired to write anything of valor lately. I wrote something about art being of no consequence, and thus pointless, but it was really uninspired.
Mario said that I should write a book. Flattering, clearly, but somehow I felt that I was expected to give myself that opportunity. Like I should darn well write a book lest some unknown talent go unrecognized. It's a dream of mine to be published, and book would be ideal, but hearing it from someone else made it seem like it was expected of me.
My brother and I had a conversation about people telling us what they predict. People saw him as a stand up comedian, but he is pretty certain that every comedian but 5 are obscenely unfunny. People have told me that they can see me as someone famous or someone worth interviewing. The idea of being told that is paralleled to parents assuring their mediocre child that they will in fact get into a prestigious medical program. It's not so much the kid wants to go to medical school so much as the parents can't see the kid anywhere else.
I fear that the prodigies are nothing more than bad judges of character. As people who associate fairly intimately with me know, I reflect things in peers that I find fascinating or earning of respect. I imitate. Constantly. It's a habit I would more than willingly shed if I knew a quick fix, but I don't. I catch myself now and again, but (and I'm sure my fellow chameleons can relate) it seems a logically objective way to sculpting a personality. Kind of like developing a writing style or a music style, you have to imitate to see what suits you. Development. Anyway, maybe it's the people I'm impersonating that are destined for the red carpet. If so, what a total let down. The whole phenomenon has made me kind of narcissistic.
'til next time?
emma
Mario said that I should write a book. Flattering, clearly, but somehow I felt that I was expected to give myself that opportunity. Like I should darn well write a book lest some unknown talent go unrecognized. It's a dream of mine to be published, and book would be ideal, but hearing it from someone else made it seem like it was expected of me.
My brother and I had a conversation about people telling us what they predict. People saw him as a stand up comedian, but he is pretty certain that every comedian but 5 are obscenely unfunny. People have told me that they can see me as someone famous or someone worth interviewing. The idea of being told that is paralleled to parents assuring their mediocre child that they will in fact get into a prestigious medical program. It's not so much the kid wants to go to medical school so much as the parents can't see the kid anywhere else.
I fear that the prodigies are nothing more than bad judges of character. As people who associate fairly intimately with me know, I reflect things in peers that I find fascinating or earning of respect. I imitate. Constantly. It's a habit I would more than willingly shed if I knew a quick fix, but I don't. I catch myself now and again, but (and I'm sure my fellow chameleons can relate) it seems a logically objective way to sculpting a personality. Kind of like developing a writing style or a music style, you have to imitate to see what suits you. Development. Anyway, maybe it's the people I'm impersonating that are destined for the red carpet. If so, what a total let down. The whole phenomenon has made me kind of narcissistic.
'til next time?
emma