When I was a little kid I can remember going to work with my parents, where I would sit quietly in the office with my older sister and do my school work or play games.
Since I was there at least 3 days a week I had to get pretty creative with my time to avoid stiffling boredom.
I wrote a lot. Not a lot fancy literature, picture books with somewhat primitive illustrations. I remember taking over the company accountant’s type-writer and spending hours crafting tales of daring adventurers and brave warriors.
I would create board games using company paper and do all of the illustrations myself.
I continued to do this almost every day until the business was sold when I was about 14.
I began to venture out into the big city that was Green Bay now that I had the time, and I was exposed to malls and movie theatres and video games… all of the things that make this the modern age.
But in the years that followed, I noticed my creativity and general love for life had been replaced by flashy movies and 64oz double-gulps from 7eleven.
I noticed this more in kids younger than me. I began to turn things around when I was about 18. I began to pursue things that were sort of under the mainstream radar, and I found great pleasure in say, talented musicians who weren’t on the radio and small cities as opposed to giant metropolis’.
It’s been hard to get past all of the flashy signs and advertisements that assault my senses every day… and I’m not saying I’m ignorant to popular things… but I tend to see them as just trends and not something that will last and be as good 50 years from now as it is today.
So I try and eat healthy and stay away from all of the fast-food restuarants that are all the rage. I try to pay attention to lesser known venues of entertainment and socialization.
Some people call me a snob, but I let them go on their way because I’m happy with what I have found, as are they. And happiness is subjective, am I right?
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