I played a clarinet (I do not know how to play the clarinet) that was filled with blood. Also, said clarinet was not a clarinet. It looked like it was half bong, half bagpipes. I played a Pearl Jam song on this "clarinet" and afterwards said, "Trumpet's easier." The two people sitting on the bench near me also agreed????
When I was younger, the concept that other people could have different interests to me was completely baffling.
"What do you mean, you don't even know what Merlin is?? How do you not know what a clarinet looks or sounds like?!"
"And what on earth could you like if you don't like the most perfect things in the world, the things that make everything else feel safer and make a tiny bit more sense?!? How could anyone like anything other than my own interests!?!"
I used to wonder why so many things even existed, they seemed to have no purpose to me if I was not personally interested in them.
adulthood is so fun and wacky, like my friend wanted to do a cover of curses by crane wives and next thing I know Im in a park and ride buying a 12 year old clarinet so I can play the solo in it