To Sirs and Madams, with love…
Life can be compared to anything and everything, given the right frame of mind and desire to explore tired, trite analogies. For the sake of this tired, trite blogger, life is like a musical instrument right now.
Low chords, high chords, can look beautiful and sound shitty, can look trashed and sound awesome, or any variation of those juxtaposed phrases, can be played well while it can also merely appear to be played well, can be misused, destroyed, repaired, abandoned, or maybe replaced if you’re that kind of person, and it’s all got to do with who has what and how they why. A lot of times, people face the decision of abandoning life/said-musical-instrument and others have the ability to choose for themselves taken away, or never even given to begin with. Born without the ability to live/play beyond an extended period of time, or an unforeseeable disaster removes a person the ability to live/play. Sometimes a person like myself will forget how wonderful it is to play until he/she gets some perspective from other musicians, and he/she remembers that being able to play an instrument is a blessing, religiously toned or maybe shorthand for a more complex series of ideas that can be tested and disproved through the scientific method.
To be brief, I’m sorry to everyone who I’ve been a downer to, and I can’t promise that it won’t happen again, but I can tell you that you all make being able to play a metaphorical instrument worth… being able to play a metaphorical instrument. I won’t ever stop being sorry for any of mistakes, but for as long as I can remember this feeling, I’ll certainly do my best to stop being such a pain in the metaphorical ass.
Blobguy AKA Robert Anthony Frank
DO NOT OFFEND THE CHAIR LEG OF TRUTH. IT IS WISE AND TERRIBLE.
