Three o'clock plus
Feb. 2nd, 2015 03:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoHell of a night for insomnia. But my brain won't shut up.
Right now it's thinking about guitars. You wouldn't think it to look at me, but I have a guitar collection. Electric, acoustic, classical. My very favorite, by a mile, was a gift from a friend, on the condition that I find her a home where she'd be played. This was no problem, I thought, because I was going to learn to play. I even bought her a sticker for the case--Woody Guthrie's "This Machine Kills Fascists". Well, I've done a pretty shitty job so far. It's hard, and my fingers can't find the strings, and there's no room on the neck for them. Also, sometimes when things get hard... A lot of times, when things get hard, I fall back to stuff I already know, because I'm not the guy who tries to do stuff and fails. I'm the guy who knows stuff and looks confident doing stuff he already knows. And I'm thinking to myself, wondering how long I can call her mine, how long I can keep trying to make my fingers do the magic. I really don't want to let her go--I'm very fond of her and would miss her. I'm pretty sure I'd cry. But I promised, and she's probably not getting what she needs.
Plus, if you let a guy who anthropomorphises inanimate objects own a guitar, who knows where that will lead?
Right now it's thinking about guitars. You wouldn't think it to look at me, but I have a guitar collection. Electric, acoustic, classical. My very favorite, by a mile, was a gift from a friend, on the condition that I find her a home where she'd be played. This was no problem, I thought, because I was going to learn to play. I even bought her a sticker for the case--Woody Guthrie's "This Machine Kills Fascists". Well, I've done a pretty shitty job so far. It's hard, and my fingers can't find the strings, and there's no room on the neck for them. Also, sometimes when things get hard... A lot of times, when things get hard, I fall back to stuff I already know, because I'm not the guy who tries to do stuff and fails. I'm the guy who knows stuff and looks confident doing stuff he already knows. And I'm thinking to myself, wondering how long I can call her mine, how long I can keep trying to make my fingers do the magic. I really don't want to let her go--I'm very fond of her and would miss her. I'm pretty sure I'd cry. But I promised, and she's probably not getting what she needs.
Plus, if you let a guy who anthropomorphises inanimate objects own a guitar, who knows where that will lead?