"I need these mallets because I'm emulating the sound of a heartbeat on my floor tom. It's for a vampire musical I wrote.", I said to the fella at the drum shop.
It echoed in my mind.
What am I doing?
I suppose when you're growing up you internalize a message from your family or society or whatever that goes something like, "go make something of yourself." For some people it's more specific, but something along these lines seems about right. Another spin on it might be, "Welp...alright. You exist. Congratulations. Now go find something interesting to do until you die." That's how I heard it anyway.
And...that's what I've been doing.
Find something interesting to do. Of course.
