I think I should start this off with a little introduction. I am a female representative of the homo sapiens sapiens family. I guess. Although there was a time in my youth when I thought that I was an underdeveloped boy and that my penis is still growing. But you know, it all kind of cleared up when I got my period. I remember thinking that Now I know. I'm defenetly a girl. But I still had my doubts regarding my sex. Later I learned that women do have a tiny, underdeveloped penis that was going to be the penis if they would've developed into a male person in their mom's uterus. How about that.
When I was about five my mom enrolled me in the local music school so that I could become a musical miracle. I didn't. Go figure. So I stayed there, studying the piano, solfiege and music history. After 9 years of learning I took another instrument in my arms. It was the saxophone. Also let it be noted that yes, I was looking for another instrument to learn, because by then I was so brainwashed of the music that I actually thought I had a chance in the music industry. But I started to learn the saxophone because the conductor of the two local orchestras is a friend of our family and he pled for me to start learning the thing.
Now I have to make a whole new paragraph to paint the picture of my relationships with the two teachers that I had there. My piano teacher was an elderly woman. She was ending her fifties, getting to her sixties, something of that age. She was always very kind and joyful, never yelled at me if I made a mistake, if I hadn't practiced. She was the incarnation of kindness and forgiveness. In a complete contrast to my piano teacher I ended up with the family friend. The conductor-guy. He was not too old and a bit of the bigger size. I think he was 45 at the time. All the lessons included yelling and full-force tapping on the metal notestand. It was terror, but I survived.
In fact last year I quit my saxophone lessons.
But I still ended up playing the baritone saxophone in the orchestra and tenor in the band. Go figure.
I have some friends and I like to think that I don't really care much about them and what they think and say but I actually do. I care a lot. I'd like to say that it sucks to be me but show me a person, who doesn't have any problems? Can you? No. No you can't. We'll talk about my friends later.
I started writing this because I thought that there must be someone in the world that is as interested in me as I am. Pause for laughter. Bow and leave. Wave if you feel special.
Don't you get used to feeling special. Look around, everyone is as special as they make themselves to be. You're a Baboon. An egoistical baboon.
But tell me, who isn't?
