Just a random question...
Is it harder for creative minds to have real friends?
I mean, most of my life I've lived it inside my head... I see magical scenes of people doing so many amazing things, so many tragedies and so many beautiful moments...
You think I really care about your kid getting a 90 on his test scores when I just imagined a serial killer decapitating a hot 19 year old?
Am I alone on this?
When people show me things that they think are great, I smile, but in my head, I've seen greater, and as a creative mind what I see in my head is just as good as reality, I see the same detail in my head, if not more...
I feel what I imagine, nothing in this world could be greater.
The friends I have around now, are people that literally come to me, because I'm different to them, I seek no one, I yearn for no one... I can live it all in my head...
Do you get me?
Is it harder for creative minds to have real friends?
I mean, most of my life I've lived it inside my head... I see magical scenes of people doing so many amazing things, so many tragedies and so many beautiful moments...
You think I really care about your kid getting a 90 on his test scores when I just imagined a serial killer decapitating a hot 19 year old?
Am I alone on this?
When people show me things that they think are great, I smile, but in my head, I've seen greater, and as a creative mind what I see in my head is just as good as reality, I see the same detail in my head, if not more...
I feel what I imagine, nothing in this world could be greater.
The friends I have around now, are people that literally come to me, because I'm different to them, I seek no one, I yearn for no one... I can live it all in my head...
Do you get me?
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