
Originally Posted by
Skylarker
I've tried writing on and off, but it doesn't really go anywhere. A lot of it is just me writing down mundane things that happen to me, and then I read it back and I think, "Christ, who would want to read this or get anything out of it, even I don't get anything out of it." When you're drinking, it's easy to write something and think it's the greatest thing in the world. The next morning is usually a different story.
I remember an old Taxi episode where Alex said, "I'm the only one here who is a cab driver. Bobby is an actor, Tony is a boxer, Elaine is an artist, but I'm the only one here who calls himself a cab driver."
I think in some ways, art is like that for me; I got caught up in the idea of some esoteric and grand escape from an identity rooted in a mundane finality...not necessarily a bad finality, but an average one; one that I don't feel particularly good at or suited to, although it's grown on me with time, and I try to be better.
So I wrote a lot and hatched schemes and had all these ideas, but you know...it's hard, it's really hard to take one's self seriously outside of the little scope of one's own mind. You have to ask yourself, "who does this say something to? Am I transcending something here? Am I doing something new? Are my motives pure?" Eventually I just took everything I'd written since maybe 2006 or 7 and destroyed it; it got too embarrassing to look at.
And the thing is, the handful of people I showed it to gave me very positive feedback but it didn't change anything. It was the one or two people who said, "this is total shit," that I really found myself listening to. When someone says, "this is really good," I can't take them seriously because of the possibility they are just being "nice and encouraging." But when someone says, "this is shit," chances are they are being honest.
Ideally, yeah, it shouldn't matter what anyone thinks, good or bad. But I'm human, and I'm gonna listen to whatever is echoing my own thoughts.