the.melancholy.of.zemzelett (part 2)
13 02 2008Taken directly from an article I wrote on my DeviantArt site:
je.suis.misère
Misery loves company. But as someone kindly pointed out for me, nobody loves misery. Which is why it’s hilariously ironic that I would come across this article defending the upside of melancholy at a time when I’m damn well ready to kill myself by engaging in a Teletubbies marathon in a closed theater with surround sound. The timing is so comically appropriate that I almost chuckled.
According to the article, there is a link between depression and artistic creation, and that “sometimes there’s a great price to be paid for great works or beauty, for truth.” And it goes on to say that someone in my position is destined to follow in the footsteps of great artists such as Van Gogh, Virginia Woolf, and Ernest Hemingway… which would be great if it weren’t for the fact that they all committed suicide. Oh, joy!
The other option is to go through the motions of living as a disgustingly neurotic, pathetic excuse for a man who supposedly has artistic genius that nobody appreciates. So if my only other path in life is to be the second coming of Woody Allen, then just cut off my ear and call me Vincent.
As I mentioned sometime ago, I was the target of some very unsavory rumors back when I was still in BCIT’s New Media program. Long story short, every one of my New Media peers thinks I’m some sort of creep, and a girl that I merely asked out for lunch is now shunning me as if I had leprosy. This entails two things: I’ll never work in this town again, and I’ll forever be an unpleasant memory for that girl and her broadcast camera. Playing the role of villain again… Where will life take you now, zemzelett?
maybe its because you refer to yourself in the third person. kinda arrogant, imo.
Um… Not really sure what you meant by that, but OK.
I don’t refer to myself in the third person when actually talking to people, just so you know. I reckon people find my awkward way of talking off-putting, so they usually prefer to avoid conversing with me. I mean even I wouldn’t talk to me if I had a choice… -_-
Aw heck Zemmers. Don’t be too hard on yerself. There is a place for everyone in this world, you just have to do a little lookin’ to find your spot. And don’t worry about what any erstwhile classmates may think of you; just remember: we’re all really small fish in a really big pond. If you want to, just think of the BCIT experience as nothing but a bad dream….. a bad dream that you got some mad skills out of…..
Well, I think I’m gonna be OK now. Unfortunately, I’m finding myself being a bit too pig-headed these days. I guess it’s not everyday that you come across someone that makes you want to go out and do something with your life… haha! Please ignore that last sentence. o_o
Looks like you’re still doing OK there yourself, eh? Thanks for checking up on me!
There you go, fra… i mean zemzelett. Michelle cares for you *wink wink.* Anyway, go check your email. The pictures are up and running.
Oliver, please don’t get me into any more trouble than I’m already in! Last thing I need is more rumors starting. >
Hi Michelle, sorry for making unecessary comments about you and zemzelett. Hey, we are all friends here, right? You, me, zemzelett and some coupla’ tumbleweeds drifting around.