Is the pinnacle the pursuit of the nice young ladies?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m an artist, I’m a lover of finer things to some extent, but whether you dine on macdonald’s or 5 star cuisine you’re still stuffing yourself and following your instinct to rut like an animal, there’s little romance outside of the pretty bows and ribbons you choose to tie on things.
I’ve been a little bit on the back foot recently because let me face it – I do treat my life like a mortgage, paying the interest, and just a little by ever increasing part of the principal so that one day I may own the right to do as I please.
The older and wiser I get the more I sense the one thing I am actually moving further from is the one thing of any truly increasing value. Money is a bit of a no brainer for me, I’m not rich, I’m better than that, I’m self sufficient. It’s not that I’m not rich, it’s that I’ll never be poor. Art is a worthy pursuit as long as you don’t care if nobody else does – it’s your life, your expression, as long as you’re not looking for validation from anybody else I don’t see why you wouldn’t pursue art as part of your fundamental existance, but money and art gets easier as you get older.
Maybe the driving, reckless, youthful passion dies, but the only thing we’re getting further from as we age is the hot girls and nice young ladies we want to make time with.
And I always say I’m a big fan of the roissy maxim that chasing status as your prelude to poon tang is ridiculous and a false short cut, no kind of short cut – though that is quite simplistic in it’s dismissal.
If I truly believed that I wouldn’t be going to make next spiel about how I have somewhat paused my pursuits as I’ve had few bills to pay on my BMW and such, my garden is unmaintained and I’ve had a few issues with business – I’ve been relatively uncomposed. I don’t want to drag all of that around with me in front of the ladies, I’m not going to be at my best if I’m harbouring concerns about bills I have to pay.
I need to project more assurance.
One of my worst habits is slipping into dawky class clown mode and it’s just not commanding enough especially with my hieght. I know there’s a right way to play it, but too often it ends up becoming about me begging for a woman’s attention by putting on a sideshow, and it’s deeply ingrained.
Again I’m just recognising my behaviour because those routines are fine until you get above 7.5 and those girls aren’t going to be impressed with that kind of schtick.
And my underlying thoughts are constantly swinging between keeping active and raising my bar.
But that wasn’t even what I was talking about.
Why would I take time out from my development to worry about my business and my car and such? Because I’m not at my best when I’m concerned with such things, which suggests everything else is merely an attempt to make life optimal for chasing girls.
I’m kind of uninspired artistically so I just tend to think, well, why not just chase girls for a little while?
By the end of the day I’ve always got some dumb idea in my stupid head. But if my money is taken care of and I’m able to say what I want to say when I’m ready to speak with art, then what else would you do?
You’d chase hot girls and the more money and freedom you had the further afield you’d roam.
That’s what I realise since I did my garden. Fix my BMW, put up some videos I said I would . . . old clients, websites, they don’t matter, not even this one, because it’s not necessary, I just want to chase girls and adventure. If I make some art, then all the better, as long as business stays good.
I need a bit of cash for some new clothes and some more improvements to the house, and a new video camera, and my official artist website, I could use a spare few grand for all that. But yeah, it’s quite straightforward really. Handle your business, go chase nice young ladies.
