Showing posts with label crazytown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazytown. Show all posts

8.02.2012

All the cool kids have regret - CrazyTown post.



Who hasn't heard the expression "no regrets"? But the truth is, we'd better buckle up for some if we want to actually have lived...

I don't know about you, but I tend to regret more the things I did than the things I didn't do. Because of this, I spent many years doing nothing, living in fear of having to one day regret my choices. Let's face it, the overwhelming message of any well-meaning friend or self-help book is "Live to the fullest, you don't want to have regrets". Ah, yes. But here's the catch: if you truly live to the fullest, you are going to have regrets. For sure. It's non-negotiable. From the moment you make a choice, you are giving up the alternative and taking the responsibility of whatever future feelings will come with that choice.

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7.09.2012

And what do you do? - CrazyTown guest post


It is not always easy to find your place when you refuse to be put in a box. It is, however, highly entertaining to watch other people trying, and failing, to categorize you. 

Ever since I was a child, I always had an overwhelming urge to thoroughly and immediately explore anything that took my fancy. One thing ALWAYS led to another and I lived happily in a Matryoshka-like world, where every interest would eventually bring me to another, completely new.
As I grew older, needless to say, I didn’t change much. What did change were the expectations of the outside world. I discovered with dismay, as I boarded the coasts of adulthood, that you were not supposed to “do” too many things.  
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7.03.2012

I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible - CT Post



I’m a sucker for the life of dead female authors. I don’t know where the fascination lies. It probably dates back to my ten year old self imagining my tragic destiny as a lonesome and misunderstood writer (yes, I was a depressing child) but the fact remains: give me anything Austen, Brontë, Woolf or less known,  and I float off into a world of romanticism and imagination. And then I come back with relief to my present happy self. If you’re so inclined, here are some gems you might enjoy.

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6.25.2012

Try a little tenderness - Crazy Town Post


What is this sorcery? Sometimes a good artist can also be a mean person.

When I was 19 years old, I learned the hard way that being a good artist did not automatically imply being a good person. As a first year music student, I became an assistant for one of my teachers, wonderful singer/performer and very dysfunctional human being. I escaped the very dysfunctional relationship that ensued after nine months, jolted awake by a family emergency.
Nearly ten years later, after very little contact, this person wrote me the meanest, low hitting things anyone has ever hurt me with, mean to the point where I refrained from reading that letter more than once, so afraid was I that I would never be able to forget it otherwise.
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