I wish I could rekindle some older interests. Why is it that I used to be so interested in what different elements can do, what planets and stars are made of, or how different animal species are classified, and even speculating about these things? If I had remained interested in these things, I might have a more practical and useful life path ahead of me than I seem to now. Even fiction, its boring to me these days. I struggled through David Copperfield a year and a half ago, and was rather proud of myself, but since then, my ambitions of becoming better read have amounted to very little. Occasionally I can force myself to watch a film and enjoy it. Even within music, as much as I'd like to learn new pieces, compose, all I seem to be able to do is listen and evaluate. And whenever I become interested romantically in someone, I can't do much for myself.
Such a stale period of my life. Homework is a pain. Perhaps I should declare a leave of absence from talkclassical. I tried to a while back, now I think I'll make it official.


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