What is most universal is what is most specific, not the other way around. A lot of times as artists or as human beings, you are asked to make something more universal by stripping away at difference (whether that is race or gender or class or ethnicity or sexuality), but the opposite is true. The deeper you get into the true specificity of your life, what makes it unique beyond any other experience in the world — the more an audience and others can understand you and relate to you because of the sheer fact of authenticity.
But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft
is this called living — or something else?