It is becoming increasingly difficult to feel creative when my mind is so preoccupied with how I'm going to pay my bills, what my family situation is like (more or less) and my awful work issues. I am trying to get my literature collection up and buy my own copy of 1984 by George Orwell. I feel like that is a good place to start.
I know almost everyone has read it and owns it, and that's cool. I want my own copy. I feel like I need my own little collection. We'll see.
I want to write, but there seems to be something in the way. Even with my band, I can't seem to come up with anything useful. My mind is always on my money. I feel ya now, Snoop Dogg.
I've also been experiences huge bouts of Space Madness brought on by the fact that I'm slowly going insane. I need to go to a park at night to clear my head. It's the closest to a vacation I'm going to get, I think.
Seems I can only become angry with society. I'm working on letting that go.
I haven't read 1984 yet, let me know when you start, and we can read it together.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry about all of the shit in your life, I can relate, and I know that it sucks. Keep your chin up matey, you're a good kid, and you're tough. You also don't need me to tell you these things, but I will anyway. :) Again, let me know if there is anything I can do, anything at all.