I read something recently saying that one can not be a genius, in the artistic sense, and also truly happy.
I slightly disagree with that, in that I think you can be insane and a genius, and simply unaware that you should be unhappy (or your happiness is based on non-standard things).
Someone asked me recently if I was always unhappy (as they thought was the case), and I was surprised they thought this and mentioned I was actually nearly always happy. I wish I were dead pretty much every second, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m unhappy.
Reality is too absurd to be unhappy. Doesn’t mean I want to stick around.
It cracks me up when you meet “celebrity” types and they are total fuckholes. Especially when they are technically no longer even really known.
On the one hand, they are like I NEED MY PRIVACY and on the other hand, they are pissed that nobody gives a shit about them these days.
You can’t have both, assholes.
It also always reminds me of the saying where one should watch how someone treats a waiter/waitress, if you want to see what type of person they are. Some of the people I was working with this weekend were very nice to their fans, and then complete assholes to the photographers just out of earshot of the fans.
Universally though, as it is pretty much their jobs, the agents are total fucking cockeaters. I really think someone could just go around killing agents in gruesome manners and not only would that make for a good reality series (Celebrity Dexter!), it would also be doing this world a great service.
Also, I’m fairly sure I was hit on by one of them. Nice to feel needed, even if I’m not gay.
All morning I’ve been trying to picture how Hallmark would design a card to tell that special someone that you want to shit on their chest.
