Outlets

And no, not the shopping colonies of the damned that you need to drive 800 miles out of your way for. I'm talking about the things we do to relieve our stress and anxiety. Some activities include (but certainly are not limited to) knitting, exercising, canoeing, weed whacking and the occasional nose picking.

I'm a guy with particular tastes. Refined if you would. I know what I want but don't want what I know. I want to know more than what I know. I want to know another language. I want to know how to use high tech editing software. I want to know what it's like to be fully independent. I want to know the feeling of being the guy whose fucking people out of their money rather than the one being fucked, in other words, own a business.

I have visions, dreams, and foresightings. I'm never quite content with living in the present. My mind is always wandering into the future. I started playing the piano again last month as a way to creatively out my creativity. On the first day of playing my mind was already fast forwarding in time and envisioning a recording studio with high tech recording software around me. I hadn't even learned Mary Had A Little Lamb yet!

Another one of my creative outlets for blowing off steam is dancing. My dance ability always seems to be retuning and fleeing at the same rate. I can't shake it off but at the same time I can't progress any further with it. It's more of a social skill really. I thought it would become a profession one day. Things don't always go how you planned them though.

Now dancing is just something I do in my room and also on the floor of a dance party. You should see it too, I litterally roll around on the floor. I call it the steam roller.

~Anthans