I am the type who gets bored easily. That’s why I take advantage of
what little curiosity and open-mindedness I possess. I surround myself with
things, ideas, and people that will save me from unbearable ennui.
I love music, but I don’t have the natural musical abilities of the
talented few who possess the gift. So, I make do. I try to play the guitar –
although I’m quite terrible at it. I try to write songs. Just lyrics though
because I’m bad at identifying notes, even worse at making a melody. Of the
four songs I’ve written so far, three already have melodies. Thanks to friends
who took pity on me and my poor lyrics. I'd like to holler a special shout out to Myra Escoro; she created the melodies for my lyrics. She's one of the most creative people I know, and these songs won't exist without her. I guess this is kind of an
accomplishment for me. But it’s not enough. There’s a hunger inside me that
can’t be appeased by my mediocre attempts.
So, I devour music – every genre, every artist, every song that has substance. If it triggers emotions within me, I consume it without guilt. I don’t understand why some music fanatics can be so condescending and elitist. Some do not understand the soul woven into the fabrics of rock, so they roll their eyes and call it noise. Some rock fans feel the need to be angsty and exclusive, so they bash pop – calling it trash.
Although, yes, even I will have to admit that most songs in the top 40
charts are crap. But there are hundreds more out there that deserve a few
minutes more of people’s attention. Calling one genre crap because it doesn’t
suit your taste is a douchy move. More importantly, it is an insult to people
who dig multiple genres. I am one of those people. I devour classic rock, metal,
and punk rock as much as Jpop, Kpop, and the good old American pop. As long as
the music radiates soul, I will embrace it. Loyalty to your preferred genre is
one thing; disrespect to other artists’ music is another story.
I love art, but I’m not an artist. The closest I have to artworks of
my own are humanoids roughly drawn on MS Paint. It is absolutely frustrating to
try to make art and end up lacking – big time. I always feel like a fraud. The
fuck are you doing, Jen? Stop embarrassing yourself. Stop trying too hard. I
know my attempts at art will never amount to anything. But sometimes, when I’m
feeling creative and delusional, I draw floating heads with questionable
hairstyles. I write baybayin calligraphy. And I do my best to make them look
half decent. And I smile, knowing I didn’t beat myself up for making shitty art
– knowing that I made them for my entertainment, my satisfaction. I smile
because my stupid sketches answer my deep craving. I smile because they
understand.
So, because I’m a frustrated artist with depressing attempts, I look
for other means to indulge my creative sensibilities. Art/artist appreciation.
Art events. Tumblr – it will never let you down. I’m also fortunate to have
befriended a few illustrators, but that’s it. That’s the extent of my
connections. I would have been acquainted with more artsy fartsy individuals if
I weren’t an insecure, intimidated, neurotic mess.
Well, no use crying over spilt milk, says the cliché. I can’t change
how I am with people and I’m sure my perennial boredom won’t be a catalyst
for change. I’d rather die than talk to people I’m uncomfortable with. And most
artists make me feel so little and insignificant. I collaborated with an artist
friend a few months back though. Jissa wanted to make a booklet compiling
Philippines’s mythos and creatures of lower mythology. Since I’m a big sucker for
Philippine lower mythology, I immediately said yes. I supplied the tanaga for
every creature and god she’d drawn. It was a small compilation though – just
three creatures of lower mythology, three gods, and a babaylan. Thankfully, her project was
received with praise. We plan to add more to our measly collection and turn it
into a book. Someday. Lol. I will write a separate blog for this project. I will
also include Jissa’s artwork and my tanaga to show our brilliance. HAHAHAHAHA.
Aside from music and art, I also turn to books, anime, movies,
writing, filmmaking, food, and whatever new interest catches my eye. I’m good at spotting
interesting activities; the problem with me is follow through and commitment. Then,
I have concerns every time I consider going to events or activities. Will there
be people? How many of them can tolerate me? How many of them can I tolerate?
Will I have a safety net – someone who will not leave me behind for another
group or another set of friends? What are the chances of me ending up at the
back of the room, edging out toward the exit? Sometimes, I overthink too much
that I cancel my plans altogether. Rational, ei?
Just thought I should give you a peek into my intricate thought
process. Now, you won’t be surprised if I won’t show up in your event when I
said I would. It’s not like I’m invited to events all the time anyway, but you
know. Damn, this is awkward. I don’t know how to end this shit. Perhaps I should
just call out to the eternally bored like myself. Reach out to me; let’s
compare notes. But do it cautiously because I dash off when startled. Haha. See ya.