Why do we fall in love with artists?

Or in my case, I should ask, "Why do we fall in love with art?"

I can't help but grow envious when I see someone with a camera. Yeah, I realize just about everyone my age has a photography phetish and thinks they're a freakin' artist...

But so what?

I have a couple guitars and do the same thing. And there are probably like a billion more wannabe-guitarists in the world than there are wannabe-photographers. What's wrong with that? Maybe none of us are artists. Or maybe we all are.

I think we all wish we could be so free to self-express. It's our little "fuck you" to the corporate world we've constructed around us, the world that restricts us, makes us feel like we're all in straight-jackets. But we deserve those straight-jackets because we're insane. We're fucking crazy as shit.

What other creature on earth acts as irrationally as us?

No, I yearn for the freedom and naivety of those that see the world through a lens. I want that life. I don't want to be stuck in a job that emphasizes profit over the human heart. I'm not stupid. There is nothing wrong with profit. Nothing. But when people start to value profit over their own humanity, that's when I start to cringe.

Express yourself. That's part of why I write this blog. I do it because it makes me happy. I feel so good writing down my thoughts, even if no one else sees them. It's why I write my music. It's why I can enjoy the photos of my friends.

Okay, the end.