The Second Entry is the Hardest

What should a scrawny intellectually stunted 20 something write about? How does said person top the previous post of flat-out awesomeness? I do not know the answers to the above questions, but I'm going to stumble my way around until I find it.

I currently have two sharpie marks on the tops of both hands signifying that I have made it through yet another hometown youth show. It has gotten difficult for myself to get excited due to the fact that it is a completely new wave of kids putting on shows and playing a different genre, this time synth-rock. Whenever I'm in these places I hear the little 15 year old kid in me say "go make fun of someone, throw an elbow and dance like a moron." Which, don't get me wrong, is still fun but when you're an "old timer" like me it can be an inner-dual between egos that can cause a headache that rivals that of a nanny after the children she supervises finds the hidden stash of pixy sticks and rockstars.

On a somewhat related note, as I was building cardio by walking extremely slow on an out-of-date treadmill at the athletic club I read an interesting article regarding Edvard Munch's admiration for the work of Soren Kierkegaard. The magazine that I was reading inferred that Edvard Munch's scream was in fact inspired by Kierkegaard's silent inner struggle. I read that a recurring theme in Kierkegaard's journal is that he is unable to confide in anyone and that no man may never fully know his story, thus perpetuating his emotional decline until he, in Munch's eyes, can do nothing but scream unto the deaf ears of pedestrians. Keep in mind this is the "hear-say" Mike Experience version of the article.

Considering that uplifting tale of a philospher, synth rock and trying to decide whether or not to act like a moron in public isn't that bad especially when you've been able to find one to confide in.