i just had the most mindblowingly frustrating experience of my life. we argued over the purpose of art and how to appreciate music at all... and it's SO fucking whack to realize that i see things completely, utterly differently from malc, and vice versa. i think his point of view defeats the point of art. plus, the whole time, he had an air of complete arrogance, contempt, and stubbornness that i wanted to SCREAM and strangle something.
the point of art is (from my perspective), to feel an emotion, or understand a certain human condition the artist is trying to convey, not to analyze it into its million parts and see how it fits together sonically, aesthetically! ART IS "GOOD" AS A WHOLE, NOT AS A SUM OF ITS PARTS. and lyrics in songs fucking count.
then he proceeded to rip my heart into twenty gazillion pieces by dismissing my favourite everythings. i wish i could do the same to him, but it doesn't even work that way.
word
fucking three a.m. i need sleep
jen: i hate everything you said today
malc: im not surprised, and im not offended
jen: i wish i could offend you
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rowr wilco
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