Casey Hallas Art

Complaining

It’s best not to complain. This isn’t entertainment, really, someone saying something about something somebody else said. Blah, blah. At least it’s a low form of it and that’s not really the audience I’m after. It may be low-lying fruit, but still, not what I’m trained to do. The art speaks for itself, and if I really want to make a dent in the system, I’d need to go about it with some training. Sociology, English, Statistics. Whatever it is, to be a real expert. But generally speaking this carrying on isn’t about making things better, it’s about getting attention. Even to that end – which I’m guilty of – I’d rather just keep dressing like a weirdo and playing music. This kind of sniping and ribbing has run its course, it’s time for society to change. It’s time for the world to grow up. That would require a common ethos, so instead of complaining it’d be best to come up with some ground rules for how we can all live together. I know what my ethos it. But nobody’s asking, and I don’t feel the need to talk about it any more. Just put my head down and work. Try to be grateful. Look for connection. Be pleasant. I’m done being the thorn in your side. It’s not getting me anywhere. Seems like our society is perpetually about blaming other people. I’m just gonna make my life simple, effective, and be more open.

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