you know how so many Disney Channel actors get into music even when they’re not particularly talented at it. that’s how I feel with art sometimes. I have a degree in music theory. I’ve always joked “all of my artistic ability went into music, there’s none left for visual arts”. I wasn’t a doodler growing up. so I feel fake sometimes?? like oh, I’m just trying to be cool and draw because it’s what everyone does. :/
but…I want to draw. I think part of why I have these feelings is because I’m pursuing art as a skill, not as a talent. this is probably the first time I’ve done anything like that.
hmmm anyways, I just wanted to get these thoughts out. I’m still going to keep drawing, I still enjoy it, these thoughts are just…strange, and I’m not sure what to do with them.
C, E-flat, and G go into a bar. The bartender says, “Sorry, but we don’t serve minors.” So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished, and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes in and heads for the bathroom, saying, “Excuse me; I’ll just be a second.” Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, “Get out! You’re the seventh minor I’ve found in this bar tonight.” E-flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, “You’re looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development.” Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au'natural. Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he’s under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.