The impatient aroma of sweet love songs

You know, you'll drive yourself crazy listening to all those love songs. Believe me, been there. Unless you have a means of receiving love firsthand, it's pure torture. Sure the songs are nice, but heartbreaking too when you can't have it yourself.

It's like... When you really crave cookies, so you bake some, and the kitchen starts to smell like them. So, you keep going back to the kitchen because it smells wonderful. But, because of it, the cookies seem to take forever to bake since the smell makes you want them immediately.

Then, you're liable to try to eat one too soon once actually they are done, and burn yourself. Sure, was still tasty and exactly what you were craving. But, if the tempting aroma hadn't fueled your impatience, the whole thing would have been a lot less messy and painful at the start.

Words, Words, Words...

I am a lover of words. And I truly mean that. I know a lot of people throw the word "love" out there any old time they please (and I'm just as guilty as anyone else), but I really love words. Given, you probably wouldn't know this from the get go. Upon meeting me, you'd immediately notice that I like to talk all the time. Or... At least in bursts. I tend to be quiet for a while, and then chat up a storm, and then go quiet again. But, this sporadic chatting doesn't necessarily point to anything. It goes deeper than that.

It's not so much that I like using my mouth, or that I'm self centered. I'm not going to be falsely humble here and pretend that those don't go into effect. But, it's not the main reason I like talking. I like talking because of the expression of it. Because, I see language as a form of artistic expression. And I view it no different than any other art.

I'm sure I'm all over the place here, but let me backtrack. I am, at heart, an entertainer. I live for the reactions of others. A little of that is ego, but mostly it's a deep desire to share the good I'm feeling inside with those around me. I love Skateboarding because I love the "how did he do that?!?" reaction. The moment people start getting frustrated or annoyed with me, I stop. I also like magic. Especially card tricks. I love seeing the surprise and wonder on peoples faces. The moment someone says "well that was stupid", I stop. Because, I'm not interested so much in what they think of me, as I am interested in how they feel when they're around me.

So, when I find something that gives me joy, I immediately want to share it. This is happens through any art medium that I use, of course. But there's hardly ever a canvass or a copy of photoshop immediately available when something comes to mind. And besides that, graphical art is limited. I don't mean to demerit it. I love all art immensely. It's just that most forms of art are really good at conveying a simple thought in deeper terms. My thoughts, however, rarely trend toward simplicty.

So I turn to words. Lots of words. Because The only limit to words seems to be the amount of effort you put fourth. Any hindrance of expressional flow has only to do with my own laziness or lack of talent. There is no canvass edge. So long as I am willing enough, I can completely express what's going on in my brain with total accuracy. This remains true whether these thoughts are logical or emotional (which, I tend to blur the lines of often).

Words are my medium of choice, and this blog is the canvass. I hope to create some masterpieces, but I mostly just hope to have some fun in practice and exploration. This blog will contain all sorts of random odds and ends. It will contain my most persistent thoughts, which may well be about just about anything. So, Have fun reading, and enjoy my random musings.

...and be careful.. my thoughts can really be out there.