You had a necessary step to go through as well. I’ve had to cut myself off emotionally a little from people and I didn’t like it. I’ve been hit by a few sacks of pennies through the years and there’s always that missing “something” – the gap that can’t be crossed.
yeah… even now, I’ve found myself getting wrapped up in somebody else’s life more deeply than I realized. I was a part of their habit and they “needed me”. Well of course that feels great.. at first… then it becomes a chore… and then… sometimes you have to do the hard thing. Leaves a hole.
Yeah – as a kid I was “inconsolable”. Been working ever since to be caring and kind while retaining an emotional distance. In short, I care for the deeper person that’s invisible but not for their day-to-day issues. I listen, I’m sympathetic but I try to stay rational and cool and not get caught up in their emotions. Empath. Hard being an empath.
Yeah, I knew i couldn’t. Had my Julliard opportunity at 10. Special lessons. After six months, and learning a little about the real life of a musician, …plus the perfectionism required… I knew it wasn’t for me. Thankfully my mother listened; she only did it ’cause her friends said she should. But had she been a different type, I would likely have gone through the whole Julliard thing and I have no idea how much I’d be drinking at this point.
I never had the motivation. Still don’t. Skill? Yeah. Talent? Out the ass. Do i want to play the same piece of music over and over and over again? No. I can’t. I’d go mad with perfection.