...you just can't understand how I could just kill a man

Just back from a concert at the Knitting Factory.  The main event was New Atlantic?  I think.  But my sister and I went there to see Charlotte Sometimes.  She has the same producer as Alfa, so I went with her to check out this artist.  

The one thing that struck me about her was her completely quirky stage personality.  Sadly, that's what it all is, a stage personality.  Her act had been planned since conception of her music and whatnot.  I guess that's kind of how artists have to be to get into the mainstream.

Still yet, I very much enjoyed that.  In a sense it kind of validated my own quirky personality.  Though mine is very much for real.  I noticed that the older I get the more of my quirkiness I let show.  But the world isn't really ready for quirky.  Everyone seems to need to be serious or grown-up acting, sounding, dressing.  I understand that.  Every now and then, I find the need to do that.  But most days, I just don't want to care.  

Honestly, I'd like to be understood as this weird person who gets fascinated with random things like the way the ink feels on paper or the way the light in the window plays tricks with your eyes.  I'd like to be able to smile and giggle without being judged as a ditz who's fake because of how overtly friendly I'm being.  I want to be able to hop and scream and skip and make random facial expressions or sounds without my intelligence or personality questioned.

But I guess things like that are really only accepted on stage, as part of an act.  No one can really be that strange because the world has to take itself that seriously.

hmm.. okay.. I don't know where this blog is going anymore.  time for a movie.  :)