I'm soooooo bored...

I don't know what I want to write about but I also don't know what I want to do in general. I've run out of ideas for Jerry for now, maybe because I don't currently have a burning desire to write about him.

Well, I guess I could talk about what I like and that kinda stuff but it's so generic and, honestly, I find it boring to write about myself. I don't think I'm a very interesting person, probably because I've had to deal with myself on a daily basis. I like reading about what others are interested in and what their hobbies are, but I'd hate myself if I wrote about what I like. Okay, maybe not hate, but I'd definitely feel some form of dislike towards myself. Whenever I try to write about what makes me "interesting" or just Eric, I have to force myself to do so because I don't really care about what I like and it gets really boring.

I don't know if others feel the same way, but I think it's just because I know what I like and I've dealt with it for a long time. The stuff I do just doesn't really excite me that much anymore. That and I'm pretty sure that anything I do is crap compared to others that I know.

I could talk about how I play piano, but I've met tons of people who are better than me at piano. I guess I could write about the boring experience I had one time where I had to wait for 30 minutes so a judge could tell me I didn't beat some girl who plans to major in music and supposedly practices hours a day. But is that really interesting? Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy playing the piano, but I just don't think I can write about my experiences in a way that doesn't appear to be as boring as watching paint dry. Yeah, sure there are tons of pieces on the piano that sound really cool and stuff, but most of it is really tough to learn. It's also time consuming, and I just don't have the time to do that kinda stuff anymore. Maybe after I'm done worrying about colleges, standardized tests, and schoolwork...

Yeah, actually I've changed my mind. I think I'll just continue and give some of my experiences playing the piano. Sorry if this bores you guys.

So, I started playing piano when I was about five. All because I watched a lot of T.V. and saw that the cartoon characters could play so effortlessly. I wasn't even watching a T.V. show, it was just one of those transition stuff where there was a bunch of Disney characters jumping around and playing and stuff. Unfortunately, Aladdin was playing the piano, and my parents saw that. They then asked me if I wanted to learn the piano. I said yes. Man, what a sucker. So my parents got me a teacher and I just played piano leisurely. Except not. I learned that my mom had been a piano teacher before so she made sure that I actually practiced. Did it suck? Yes. I didn't like being forced to play piano. It's like how when most kids are told by their parents to do something, like cleaning their room, they're less likely to do it.

Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to quit. So I pretty much had a love/hate relationship with the piano. Sometimes I'd play a piece I really liked and sometimes I just didn't want to have to play. my memory gets really fuzzy later on so somewhere between when I first started playing piano and today, I found enough motivation to not detest the piano. Weird. Aw well...maybe if I can remember more I'll make another post about that.

So yeah, sorry if this post rambles more than normal. It's just what happens when I'm bored. I guess I'm not bored anymore though...

All hail Jerry.