Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Falling In Love With Strangers And Giving Unsolicited Advice

I just realized that everyone I've fallen in love with was a stranger at the time I fell in love with them.  Maybe after two years, or ten years, you could say you really know somebody.  But not after the minute or however long it takes to fall in love.  How long does it take to fall in love?  I would say a second.  I think it registers pretty fucking quick.  That's just my opinion.

I share my opinions a lot.  I've realized it's my job as an artist.  Not to be right.  Just to share them.  I had another opinion today, too.  It's that the people who still support the current President at this point fall into one of two categories: 1) people who are easily fooled, and 2) other rich, white brats.  If you are still a supporter, and you think you don't fall into one of these two categories, I would take a closer look.  But, again, that's just my opinion.

I also have the opinion that my ego is like an angry little chihuahua on my porch, and he is ready to fuck up everything to protect me.  He is always trying to protect me, but I can't take him anywhere.  He would bark and bark and I would tell him to shut the fuck up, but that would agitate him even more.  I learned to just leave him alone.  The less I listen, the less he barks.  It's funny how that works.

Sometimes people tell me they want to be a writer.  I take it as a tremendous compliment that they would share that dream with me.  It means when they looked at me, they saw a writer, and that was what they saw in the themselves.  They looked in my mirror and they saw a writer and that touches my soul every time.

The other night someone told me they wanted to be a writer and I told them to write three pages into a journal every day.  Handwrite it, and do it stream of consciousness.  He asked me, "So if I'm thinking about dinosaurs, then write about dinosaurs?"  "Yes," I said.  "Then write about dinosaurs."  It started as unsolicited advice.  He didn't ask me how to become a writer.  He just said he was interested, so I told him what worked for me.  I could never tell another person what will work for them, but I can tell them what worked for me because I know it works and it might work for them too.  If I saw a way to help someone, and I didn't do it, what kind of a friend would I be?  What kind of a brother would I be?  I would be a lazy one.  So I had to at least offer up the information, even if he ultimately decided it was of no use to him.  I think I did the right thing, and I hope that Homie becomes a great writer.

But these are all just opinions.