I think one of the biggest struggles is about freedom. I was going to list all the differences I could think of but now I think that won't help things.
I feel like I'm not allowed to have a good time with my friends because it happens at a time when she's at home by herself, particularly if things aren't fun at home. I understand that a lot of the time we just talk to help her escape that world if only for a minute, and we do. Alot. But I also have a life to lead. At least give me that sometimes. It's not always peachy living on this side. I need a time out too. I know you get envious because you're not able to do the same, hardly ever if at all. But why do you hold that against me? I have no actions that I need to defend, done no bad deeds.
And I don't know what you worry about sometimes. Honestly, people doubt me to their detriment. I will rise to the top. So why do I have to defend myself all the fucking time? Tired. Talk about appreciating the sacrifices I make, step in my shoes and feel the pressures. And if I don't pick up the phone, then maybe a text message is more appropriate. Otherwise I will start turning my phone off, cos 17+ missed calls is fucking bullshit. Deal with it. I will not say this again.
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I don't get too excited about art. Or rather, maybe I just haven't truly found art that excites me.
I try to make an effort, going to museums, free exhibitions now and again, seeing things that she wants to go see. But in all honesty, I'm never truly excited. I can appreciate things in a work or installation, like grand pieces where it is obvious the level of skill involved in creation, the attention to detail, the length of time and dedication required to make the piece. But often times, particularly with modern day art, I just look at it and think, who cares.
Sculptures by the Sea this year (for those that don't know, SxS is a yearly free outdoor exhibition set in Sydney along the incredibly picturesque backdrop that is the Bondi Beach- Tamarama Beach walk) was.... under-whelming. Admittedly we didn't go see all of it as it was getting dark, cold and dinner time, lol... But most of the pieces were either too random, or too abstract, or too "so what?" for me. It didn't evoke an emotional response most of the time. I think the epitome of this was an installation that consisted entirely of what looked like random rubbish, set on a rock that is part of the cliff face. Big who gives a flying F. There was also a piece based on Scrabble pieces that spelt out "I M A G N E". Can you guess what the missing letter is? Do you really care that wow, I did think of it, hooray that I know English?!
So sometimes I try to make things more interesting by making jokes (some would call it witty commentary, others would call it sheer idiocy. Well, six of one, half a dozen of the other...) I have to laugh at the people that take art too seriously. The image I have of going to see art exhibitions and the people there dressed in various shades of black, liberal amounts of pearls, an occasional monocle, with lots of ahhh, ummming, and words such as baroque, impression, luminescent....get fucked. I don't think I'm missing much with "high society".
I prefer music, and would love to see more live music. But I don't get to indulge in it much, cos tickets x2 are expensive, and also it gets too difficult to ensure that we can both go that night. If only there were more concerts during weekday days, but of course that's not going to happen.
deep breath.
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T.I.R.L. this week.
The feeling of sitting down looking over the ocean. The ambient noise is so relaxing and rejuvenating. I understand why people want water views, but never understood why people pay so much more for water views of the harbour. Give me a little bungalow on the beach over a 3 bedroom high rise apartment in World Square, any day of the week.
and now T.I.R.D.L. For those playing at home, the D stands for Don't.
I don't like the smell of low tide. Too faecal for me :( lol.
