I went to a two-hour concert today by a 96-year-old concert pianist. I particularly liked the Liszt. As always, it made me wish I was more educated about music, or was able to apply what I know better.
It's actually how I feel about a lot of what I learn. I feel like it's supposed to inform my life, but then when I'm out there in the world and life is happening, I don't think in the mindsets that I've been taught. I like to say that my education has given me ways to look at the world, and the discerning eye to choose between them, but I spend so much of my life looking dully out at it.
And it's always a little troubling to be the only teenager at an artistic occasion. This happens to me frequently. I can't tell if it's all going to die out or if when we grow up, we will suddenly develop an interest in these things, along with a taste for brussel sprouts and other such things.
I guess the gist of this is that no matter how mature or connected to the world I feel, grown ups and other people still confuse me.
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