that's what she said when we were just sitting there
she also said, "she can't date musicians."
i asked, "why?"
"cause they already have a girlfriend."
"what?!?"
yeah...."what" is what i said. i don't remember much of her answer; i know it had to do something w/ "too much practicing. and the shows and the rest of the stuff that comes w/ being a musician", but all i know is that it was really hard to concentrate after all that was said.
i was just blown away. i just didn't know what to think. i was asking myself "is she right?" is it wrong to be passionate about something like that?"
yes..i love what I do. if i didn't...it would feel like a job. i love to play drums...i can't see myself doing anything else. i mean...i moved up here to play. i dropped everything to come up here..and when i say "everything"...well...i wasn't bs-ing.
you know what...here's my answer why musicians love what they do. Read this "
Beautiful"
and being passionate...well...
"The fame will come and go but the music, the passion, will always be here"...
On a different note.....
i said "that i am just trying to be nice"
she said "yeah...and nice guys finish last"
WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! once again...blown away. should i be just like "every other guy"? i can easily be one of those guys that want one thing and one thing only. i can easily be one of those guys that look at woman as objects!! i can easily be one of them. but i choose not to. i choose to be one of the few...rather than one of the many.
but what am i talking about?...none of this matters...we've erased the line between black and white.
i felt like this a couple of weeks ago ---->
HERE (thanks susie for letting me use your words)
though a couple of nights ago i just sat here looking at this blank screen for 30 minutes
and...
tonight makes it the second time...
should i put down everything i feel? this is funny...that I am writting all of this on this thing...to you. "you" who might not even know me...but ran across this page and maybe felt the same way one way or another....or still feel it. "you" who do know me, but only from the surface...not knowing what is going on inside me. "you" who do know me...and know me very well.....
I just want to hear "well done, my good and faithfull son"
by the way it's 3:11 in the morning