08-09-2010, 07:57 PM
I wrote this yesterday after meeting an old "friend". They were cynical and took my approach to my dreams very lightly. I felt enraged and proceeded to type out what, looking back, I should have enunciated to their face. And I think I will.
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It is a challenge to remain positive. It would be so easy to sink back beneath my covers, staring at the wall and crying about things that I tell others to do without crying. It would be so easy to just go to art college and get a nice job as a local photographer that maybe even some day might have one of his photographs go viral. It would be so easy to be something that isn’t me, I am an actor after all. It would be so easy to be attractive, have lots of friends and never have to worry about expectations because I'd keep my opinions to myself. It would be so easy to meet, fuck and maybe someday marry someone nice. It really would be.
This is unacceptable. I will not resign myself to a life in a society that is bleeding itself dry of imagination and of humanity. That’s not what I want. I want to be a performance artist, a writer and a poet, a photographer, an actor, an entertainer. I choose to be ugly, to make myself ugly to the world. I choose art. I do not care if you think that I am an armchair dreamer or a crossed-arms dealer. I will die in the gutter before dying in my sleep after a perfectly lovely life spent with routine and ebb and flow. I don’t want to be without passion. If I do not have passion, I cannot truly love anything. Or anyone.
I want what I want, and if one does not like it, then I will gladly exclude you from my plan. I choose to be me. I choose to be something bigger than what my true friends would hope for me, something more depraved than my enemies’ opinions of me. The pursuit of a life filled with art and philosophy is mine to pursue, and I will.
I am.
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It is a challenge to remain positive. It would be so easy to sink back beneath my covers, staring at the wall and crying about things that I tell others to do without crying. It would be so easy to just go to art college and get a nice job as a local photographer that maybe even some day might have one of his photographs go viral. It would be so easy to be something that isn’t me, I am an actor after all. It would be so easy to be attractive, have lots of friends and never have to worry about expectations because I'd keep my opinions to myself. It would be so easy to meet, fuck and maybe someday marry someone nice. It really would be.
This is unacceptable. I will not resign myself to a life in a society that is bleeding itself dry of imagination and of humanity. That’s not what I want. I want to be a performance artist, a writer and a poet, a photographer, an actor, an entertainer. I choose to be ugly, to make myself ugly to the world. I choose art. I do not care if you think that I am an armchair dreamer or a crossed-arms dealer. I will die in the gutter before dying in my sleep after a perfectly lovely life spent with routine and ebb and flow. I don’t want to be without passion. If I do not have passion, I cannot truly love anything. Or anyone.
I want what I want, and if one does not like it, then I will gladly exclude you from my plan. I choose to be me. I choose to be something bigger than what my true friends would hope for me, something more depraved than my enemies’ opinions of me. The pursuit of a life filled with art and philosophy is mine to pursue, and I will.
I am.