Do you ever get that feeling like everybody you know is doing totally awesome and their careers are fucking TAKING OFF and your friends are in, like, bands that are touring the country and getting reviewed on Pitchfork and your other friends are writing movies and making billions of dollars and living in huge mansions and then some other friends are kicking ass and getting deals and shaking hands and having meetings around swimming pools with martinis and such, and meanwhile you're doing this *awesome fucking work* that nobody but your living room and your cat ever see because you're too lazy and unmotivated to get off your increasingly-fat-ass to get anybody else to look at and appreciate, and maybe you're just this goon who isn't any damn good at self-promotion or maybe you're just fucking impatient and you want everybody to notice what you're doing right now without realizing that sometimes it takes years to get to where those people are, but there's that nagging thought in the back of your mind, like, maybe I'm just not good enough, maybe everybody's right, maybe I'm just stupid-slash-untalented-slash-worthless?
Oh. Uh, me neither, I was just asking.
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Yeah, no, I have no idea what you're talking about.
...says the guy with a string of bands, media-ish jobs, and a family he likes. Who moved away from Minnesota.
You know, this passive aggressive thing's getting on my last damn nerve.
I'm there, too, only moreso. I don't know about the rest of your fanbase/readership, but I appreciate the occasional acknowledgement that you're not a jet-setting rock-und-roll superhero like the Invisible's King Mob. Which is kind of how I picture you.
Love you, man.
"I believe you'd get your ass kicked sayin' something like that, man"
Nope, none of the above has ever happened to anyone I know.
You can't be talking about you, because you're one of the people the rest of us losers think about when we're feeling that way. You bastard. I'm gonna break your steamroller with my guitar.
I figure the key is to be friends with superbadfriend. Because frickin everybody she knows is either selling their toffee to Donald Trump or winning Academy Awards!!
i think you heard my echo! i (obligatory: don't) know the feeling as you are describing it. but then we have moments like Saturday when we know that when shit does start to kick in, we will be prepared to knock it out of the park.
Yeah, um... yeah. What the Lion said.
Everybody feels that way sometimes, and mostly your friends & associates that are doing well is something you find inspiring, but sometimes it's hard to wonder what's keeping you on a treadmill that you know you're moving, but.. I am cleaning my entire apartment because my folks are coming to visit tomorrow, and all it really takes to make me feel jealous is if you're enough of an adult to be able to unpack all your boxes after moving (I have boxes from November still) and to keep a tidy house. Other things too, but not so much what you're feeling. My wishes and hopes are all plebeian today.
Hah. Well, I WISH I could've accomplished more by this point in my life but alas... After spending 14years supporting someone else's 'artisitic talent' while waiting to spread my own wings, I am kinda forced to begin my journey now to see what I can do. I'm getting a late start, but who know's. Maybe I'll be like that 90 year old woman that writes mysteries involving cats. I think she started in her 60's. Or Richard Farnsworth who didn't start acting until he was in his 60's as well. He ended his life with the love of many adoring fans and an Oscar nomination under his belt.
Perhaps my only role is to be a muse. After all, to inspire is a pretty good thing by my book too.
Now..to find a hapless victim..I mean... er...'artist to inspire'.
As for YOU, young man....not only do you create, but you ALSO inspire! AND you support others to the nth degree. You're sharing the wealth, which can slow your own progress a bit, but that's pretty awesome stuff if you ask me! And I think I'm a pretty lucky gal to have such a glorious person in my life.
xoxo
trix
If you write mysteries involving cats -- or coffee shops or recipes! -- I will LAUGH AND LAUGH AND LAUGH.
er, and then read them.
come to new york and snort it up your nostrils and then act like a twat for 12 hours and dissolve into a pit of self loathing!
It doesn't work but it breaks the tedium.
Having an ex-wife win an Oscar is a serious ego-test. At least it would be for me.
If I had an ex-wife.
Who won an Oscar.
I just have a husband who could win tons of Oscars for smelliest. Farts. And let me tell you. I'm pretty happy with my little life.
I'm good with average. 500 years from now no one will even know we were here anyhow.
So, there you go.
Desiderata and what.
the end.
I feel this way quite a bit, and right now my only real goal is to get a job (ANY job) in Minneapolis!
Ah, career bullshit's pretty overrated anyway. Seriously. This "being a grown up" and having a "meeeeeaningful" job is pretty anticlimactic, really. You get up, you go to work, you earn a paycheck, you buy shit, you die. At least you fit art, excess and chelada in there....
Hey didn't go to high school with you? I know exactly how you feel man. If I was just a regular person and not the super famous movie star that I am I would be pretty bummed out too.
>>>At least you fit art, excess and chelada in there....
You make a FINE POINT. a VERY VERY FINE POINT. And thank you.
Mr. Zahn, can I say how honored I am to be in your presence, considering I just spent the last six weeks photoshopping twenty-five pounds onto your gut. I feel like I know you intimately -- or at least the spare tire that now sits around your middle in that poster. Enjoy!!
Thank all of you, by the way, I feel inordinately cheered to have such awesome friends/readers!
Don't listen to Steve Zahn buddy, head on over to mine-- the hot-tub's running. Bring the lime chunks.
But, but, but...you're like a superhero. You're ROCKSTAR Jonny!
Dude, I am still in my pajamas. From yesterday.
In my book, any day you're not mentioned by Pitchfork is a good one.
Another spliff, methinks.
Dude. I feel that way every morning when I wake up. And I couldn't have said it better. Permission to quote you on my own blog?
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