Lethargic Blog: Art and Misunderstanding and Magnetic Hearts

Art. The only thing I've ever been good at is art. Never had straight A's, never could pay attention in class, never studied all that hard because i'd be in my own little world (population 1) dreaming about my next dance move, my favorite artist of the moment, scripts, choreography, music, or lyrics for my next big hit. Basically, my mind is a big production waiting to happen. The more I think about how I am, how my mind works, who I am, what my temperament is, I realize how different and how similar people can be.

Sometimes I meet people that I'm positive that I connect with. There's a special connection that only that little place in my heart knows of and it magnetizes me over to those who feel it too. Then sometimes I meet people who I just don't understand--which is most of the time. And the feeling is mutual. And when I expand on this thought, that means there are people out there in the world that connect with me on my artistic plane who I haven't met yet. Isn't that amazing? I can also use the example of having a favorite artist or musician or actor or whatever your medium. At least for me, I have to be able to relate to them in order to really consider them as a favorite. People wonder why I like Rachael Yamagata over Feist. I'm not insinuating that Feist isn't a great singer/songwriter. I honestly think she's great. Yeah, she's on VH1 and has sold a lot of records and had more songs on the radio. Those are just numbers. But Rachael... she punctures me deep into my chest and makes me want to cry. See, that's what i'm talking about. That deep gut feeling where you just KNOW. You just... know.

The only thing about encountering people who don't get you is that you're most likely being seriously misunderstood. I think it's vise versa. I don't think the way they do. My mind doesn't think business or science or whatever else there is in the world. My mind is strictly artistic.

Being misunderstood is tricky, though. People feel it all the time but it isn't always the case. I'm a victim to this. So basically your thought of being misunderstood is a misunderstanding. But I also think that misunderstandings are the best way of understanding who you are. In the end, everything evens out. It's sort of like learning from mistakes but rather its learning through misunderstanding.

I'm not sure if that makes sense...

Where was I going with this...

I'm not sure, but I guess what i'm trying to say is that it all comes down to personal perspective. Your own individual mind's eye and your own magnetic place in your heart.

I'm not sure if i'm making sense anymore... it's late and i'm growing quiet.

Let's just promise this world and ourselves that we'll listen to our hearts and guts more often. I'd rather think with my heart than my head any day.

Let's color this world with art.