Act It
Last night I filled my music quota by writing a song with a talented friend. I provided lyrics. He provided sound. We worked on it, had a good time, and eventually I ended up back at my house in the AM. But nothing today. Much work. Maybe this time I'll actually read a bit of my book before I go out for the night.
On a completely other note: Some people can act happy when they're sad, and I respect that. But it's much harder for me to respect and acknowledge the people who only act happy. They could be sad, happy, ecstatic, lazy, bored, doesn't matter; they'll just slap a smile on and continue onward somewhere else.
I'll be the first to admit that I wish I had a happier and more enjoyable disposition, but I'm not willing to sacrifice reality and sincerity to get it. My emotions are on my sleeves, and I hope to keep it that way. I love my healthy doses of fantasy and realism; it's a balance of a sort.