Writing Game

Before:

I absolutely despise writing. Yet there is nothing I like more. It is the weirdest thing. I am usually very uncreative but I am also oftentimes very creative. I also draw. I draw a lot. So let us hit two birds with one stone and say that this is my confession concerning both of these creative outlets. The reason why I seem so torn as to what I really think my level of creative skill is because it is both horribly bad and incredibly good. The problem or solution being music. Without music I cannot function creatively. Some artists would shrug at this telling me that it is because I do not have any original ideas myself and must draw inspiration from the tones coming from my speakers. That is not the case. I become happy or sad when I hear music. And I cannot write or draw without feeling something.

After:

I absolutely despise writing ink. Yet there is nothing I like more. It is the weirdest thingamajig to have a beef with. However, I am usually very uncreative when it comes to hating something, but I am also oftentimes very creative at this when I set my mind to it. I also draw. I draw a lot. So let us watch this from a birds's-eye view with the mind of a stone bramble, so that everybody can understand. This is my confession about my hatred for writing ink, and I hope that this will outlive me since I think this is quite an interesting confession. The reason why I seem so torn is that I really think my level-headiness is being affected by all of the skillet-cake I eat. The problem or solution to this state of mind being musical chairs. Without a good game of musical chairs I cannot function creatively. Some artless people would shrug at this telling me that it is because I do not have any original identical twin myself, yet all my friends do. A true inspirer I know is from the tongan people. I talk to him from my speaking tube. Obviously I have to look at my problems together with my friend on a case-by-case basis. I become happy or sad when I play musical chairs, though mostly happy. And I cannot help feeling like a million when I’m with my tongan friend.

- By Tobias N. Rasmussen