I am decibels, craftsmanship, and disobedience.
Doesn't Drive. Sneaky, but not creepy. Just useful.
Artists who can't tell the difference between themselves & their art run the high risk of being a-holes because you get into a headspace where being an Artist is your excuse for being alive, which implies that you need an excuse for being alive.
Which you don't. So then we're down the rabbit hole of constantly needing validation for something you used to do for joy. And then you're lost.
This song describes my entire life to the degree where I find it painful to even think about:
Look out! I'm just too fake for the world, I know
It's just a game to me, I'm just too fake, you see
I wish I didn't have to be
watch out! I've got too much soul for the world
It's breaking my heart in two, I've got too much soul for you
I don't like it but it's true
It's really pretty when you listen to it. But it is applicable to a weird degree. I fake it so real I'm beyond fake, and I also go too far the other way.
...Yeah, that's a valid take. Print.
Wait, this too. Maybe more than anything:
...And my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward