I am pulled in a thousand different directions by a thousand different people. I feel like Melvin from The Big Hit; I want to please everyone, but there are too many demands. In the end I please nobody, and I get shit from everyone. I’m so frustrated right now I just want to be locked away in a sound-proof room filled with things I can smash and break. I want to scream and break things, just so that I can get rid of that ball of stress and fear that resides in the pit of my stomach.
…but then again, I’m not dying of an incurable disease, and my problems are trivial compared to real problems, so I’m just going to have a coke and a smile and deal. “Harden the fuck up, Dennis.” Wooosaaah!
http://audiojunkies.com/blog/902/the-quietest-place-on-earth-orfield-labs
Apparently it’s officially the quietest place on earth. Although being in an anechoic chamber like this does funny stuff to you. Plus it’s in Minnesota, and really, who wants to go there?
When I spoke with you on the phone earlier I thought something was amiss, My conclusion afterwards was exactly the feeling you’re describing here. I’d like to help out, but it’s hard to find a way to do so.
Strength bro!