Recently I have taken up residence in a new house. The way this came to be was through a series of unforeseen events that sparked something that was liberating! My new place is very much older than it appears. The toilet leaks, the house holds a stale smoke and musty smell, and my bedroom is to small for all of my stuff. In other words: I love it!
The problem with my apartment was that it never felt like a home. It was more of a prison in which I felt trapped, lonely and depressed. Even World of Warcraft felt empty and meaningless when I played. (For those who are curious about my character I play a rogue named Impany on Cenarion Circle. My toon can also be found on facebook as Impany Undead Rogue). The simple dynamics of any household is simple: Live with someone you can stand. If you tend to like a clean up kept place, then live with someone clean and up kept. If you don't care about clean and up kept, then live with someone messy. If your lucky enough to be one of those people who could go either way, then live with whoever.
The success of your living status is determined by the company you keep. Mat is a roommate I had previously, and we get along great. Nether of us have ever fought in a yelling match with each other, and we are both fairly intelligent people. We understand that the world is in shambles, and see the flawed logic in such devices such as the anti-rape female condom. We also are overwhelmingly intuitive, although unlike Mat, I tend to question my intuition which tends to get me in more trouble than if I would have just followed my instinct in the first place. Our place is very successful for this reason.
Mat and I share another thing as well... We are both always broke. However we always have all the gizmos and gadgets that we need to pacify the time spent away from the internet. Mat primarily has always been a musician, but unlike most people that call themselves musicians, Mat seems to have an end goal. A vision. Something I as of yet have not mastered. Writing to me is something that I need to do. It gives me energy and it helps relax me, however, even though it is something I need to do, the lack of knowing what it is I would like to do with it is phenomenal!
The skill in my craft doesn't come from finely tuned machines capable of changing ones mood from the frequency waves caused by the strumming of 1 to 6 chords in a repetitious manner to produce music. No. My craft comes from the imagination and manipulation of words to skew ones thoughts and cause them to think in my terms of lifestyle for the brief 5 through 15 minutes that it takes to read an article, or blog, or even an instruction manual. Don't get what I'm saying wrong, anyone with any sort of I.Q. can pick up a pen, or type away at a keyboard. It's when you sit down with a purpose in mind to set something in motion and create something beautiful or dark and put other people in your world no matter how brief, or how long, that you begin to understand the magic of writing.
All in all, this move has been a positive change which I can only hope lasts. My household is successful, thus empowering me to be successful along with it.
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