I sympathize with those most like me; right hemisphere dominant. The ones who have nicotine and herbal addictions to help coexist with what seems to be an undiagnosed case of attention deficit disorder. In all reality it is the numerous brilliant concepts that torments our thoughts. Those of us who awake at dawn to see the sun rise because it captures the aesthetics that no man will ever be able to produce. On the brink of genius and the edge of insanity; we are artist.
We think differently, look differently, and most important we feel differently. We embody the creativity to empathize. We dare not argue with the ideologies of our character because the stereotypes are insanely correct for the most part. We all walk around with a backpack loaded with aspirations, waiting for our big break. Our hair locked in dreads due to the focus devoted to creating, there is no time for primping and probing to elevate the beauty that we all see in ourselves. There are those of us who sit in the coffee shop sipping tea and blogging, daydreaming that they were free lancing or finishing up a book of poetry. The ones downtown scrapping their performance earnings off the concrete, packing up a guitar and strumming along to the melodies of accomplishment. We are all that bold, all that brave, inside.
In the condition of our current society we are viewed as bums, people who can get themselves together. Generations of parents preached numerous speeches about how there were other degrees that would prove to be more lucrative than a BFA and how we are wasting their money.
So we cloak ourselves in drapes of creative opression and become average cookie cutter clones. Making a way everyday to scratch that itch. To tame the unmerciful yearning for something more. Something more fulfilling. Something productive, something to relieve the excess adrenaline. Waiting to feel, waiting to see, waiting to live.
