There are the artists
The ones out there living out their pathetic dreams
Moving from city to city
Making music
Doing drugs
Severing connections
And then there are the liberal arts majors
The ones that haven’t made anything of their work
Maybe they aren’t inspired
Maybe their lives haven’t sucked enough
Maybe they don’t have the balls to live
The liberal arts majors
The doomed liberal arts majors
Set to do what their parents did
Real estate
With a Bachelor’s in ice sculpting
The artists
All the talent in the world
All the pain in the world
All the fame in the world
The doomed artist
“Real estate
with a Bachelor’s in ice sculpting”
Nailed it. I’m heading towards an English major, and last semester I got the worst enrolment date; me and my friends were joking that it was like trying to choose whether to waste money on Basket-weaving 101 or Alchemy 140 just for the credits.
Haha! Thanks! Yeah, I’ve got a bunch of artist friends and art major friends. They’re vastly different. I’m an English major myself. Primarily because I want to inspire people to be as passionate about reading and writing and critically thinking as I am.
P.S.
Basket-weaving 101 sounds like a blast.