(wow i haven’t done this in a long long long time)
i listen to instrumentals (mostly piano) while i write, but only while i write. i can listen to anything else while i edit, while i read, while i study, etc,etc, but when i write it’s pretty much always wordless instrumentals.
it’s probably the most physical emotional outlet there is. sure, volleyball helps me forget everything and is an outlet for stress. but what about when i’m sad or distressed or angry or excited? dancing is like pure emotion translated into the physical world.
there doesn’t need to be choreography. no specific moves or positions, no certain music. you can dance to whatever you want however you want; that’s the beauty of it. i wish i knew the techniques, even if it’s just a few, to be able to express everything i keep pent up inside. because then instead of violence and pain, i could at least bring a little beauty to the world, if not just to find that peace and balance within.
reasons i wish i was rich (& why i want a good-paying job in the future)
1) traveltraveltravel. i want to go everywhere and anywhere. to see the sights, to absorb the people and the culture, and to help where i can. traveling makes me happy.
2) food. if you have lots of money, you can have lots of food. and i like food.
3) charity. or rather, if i was rich, i could volunteer without having to worry about myself. it sounds selfish, but you can’t help others if your own needs aren’t satisfied first. sad, but true.
4) life just has so many more choices when you have money…
yeah, i sound like some spoiled rich kid. or a materialistic bitch. but i’m not rich, and i’m not that materialistic. it’s just something i’ve realized about myself. i don’t want the money to save. i want to use it the minute i get it. i want to make myself and the people around me happy.