Yeah, I’m just playing around, I lean toward the morbid because it’s a great way to cope with my rapidly approaching demise.
Being married with kids in my mid 30s is actually pretty freeing, all things considered. Yes, the kids are a gigantic burden, but I’m free of much of the social and societal words that exist from like 15-25 ±2 years. And we’re in peak nostalgia as our childhood and adolescent years seem to have come back in vogue, and I can say yeah, I was there.
Don’t worry, it all balances out - his family just min-maxed his character into music. Most of his stats were comically low. For example, Mozart was really bad at ordering food from a drive-through or even ordering a takeaway by phone or through an app.
Other things Mozart was shit at:
Using a mobile phone
Riding a bike
Driving a car
Microwaving his own dinner
Using a computer
Assembling flat-pack furniture
Mariokart
Wiring a plug
Installing Linux
Fastening velcro shoes
Using self-service at the supermarket
Using a toaster
Celebrating his 36th birthday
He couldn’t do a single one of those things. You can probably do at least two of them. So what if he beats you at music?
A class I took in high school, music history (and subsequently music theory) really stuck with me. I remember odd tidbits to this day, like Berlioz and col legno, and the inspiration for the Jaws theme coming from Dvorak. I guess I was absent the day we went over Leck mich im Arsch, so thanks for learning me today.
ordering on your phone is even better sometimes aside from the companies that shove their app in your face or make you log in. as a bonus, you don’t have to use the same screen everyone else to ever walk into that store used
A lot of people you read about who grew to be leaders in their field by some ridiculous age like 25, spoke fluently in 5 different languages, etc. etc. did so because they had three things: dedicated one-on-one tutors, an appreciable collection of slaves and/or other general servants to free up their personal time, and enough family wealth to pay for both from the time they could walk.
Mozart was composing as a toddler, but he also came from a wealthy family of musicians that taught him basically nothing else. Ever. That was the one thing. He hyper-specialized in music and socially he was the guy that got bored and did cartwheels and meowed in public. If Mozart was in your position, with the kind of loving care and finances most students have today, he would have been the kid in class who beatboxes over the teacher.
I'm actually still coming to terms with this myself. with mixed success. I've always loved art, but I've never been where I want to be. I've been making strides again, but the further I take it, the more it becomes apparent that 90% of the problems I've ever had with it were not me, they were because no one ever bothered to teach me. And I'm pissed about the decades I lost simply because child me was never shown concepts that would have changed everything.
Do not judge your own accomplishments on the same scale as someone who had ample time to devote to their studies because their family had house slaves doing everything you have to do by yourself.
Yeeep. Best thing I ever did was figure out how to learn on my own. Very few people are simply handed a proper education, even in good ol’ rich USA.
It’s hard as hell, and you NEED to learn to kick yourself (at least if you’re stubborn like me) and realize when you’re plain wrong. I think that’s the biggest hurdle most have: grapling with the fact that they don’t know what they’re talking about.
Other than that, it’s al heuristics: What do you know that might connect to something else you need to know? Then strengthen those connections until you’re studying the direct topic some day.
On the one hand, I feel really proud that I got under your skin so much that mine is the only contribution you've ever replied to in the 7 months that whole account has even existed. Someone just clearly isn't having a good day if that's the one thing that set off a professional lurker.
But also, like....I thought about this all through my quesadilla and it's just really sad? Is this like Incel Logic: Hobby Edition, where you're either born perfect and flawless or you're a permanent shit failure and therefore whichever way the coin falls, you never have to work at anything? Like Big Education is a trillion dollar industry now, and really society is divided up Airbender style and you just didn't get the CalArts gene?
There's only one kind of person I can see falling for this weak-ass angle, and it's the kind of person who's never taken up any recreation for more than 1-2 days in their whole life because they don't start out amazing at it and you can't fail at anything if you never do shit. And honestly, I'm kinda bummed out that you have to live like that. You know you can just look up tutorials for anything these days.
You win some, you lose some, that is the nature of life. Like those folks who were bombed on their rooftops despite having no food or water. We are already in paradise compared to them.
Mozart also composed a musical piece that translates to “Lick me in the arse”. The text rediscovered in 1991 consists of variations of the phrase “Lick me in the arse…quickly!” over and over. I just wanted to share that given the forum’s name.
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