are you guitarist nz bernd who was/currently in college? if so, welcome home!
>make a buddy to busk with
>help him break out of his comfort zone with honest encouragement
>grateful I have someonw to jam with
>maybe showed off my skills too much
>eventually he starts jamming with an alcoholic maori
>alcohol gets maf i won't share my harmonica one time
>starts to demean me, claiming I'm a scrub
>refuses to show me any or songs
tricks after asking
>meet an autistic kiwi who goes on tours
>ask the dude if i can join
>yeh he'll says he has to ask the band
>old busking buddy starts to mimic my idea and then comes into the living room to discourage the kiwi about me
>turns the cotner, unexpectedly sees me and gets mad
I hate ever having to conaider making friends. Men grow too envious over petty issues instead of overcoming their insecurities by cooperating. I hate having to bend my back at times to avoid the jealousy lurking beneath the skin of certain men and after a while its too much of a toilsome effort to with hold my true high energy self.
Maybe i should just strive to make enemies instead of dealing with the ingratitude of others.
known feel tbh
its funny how although it really is nothing more than (semi-)glorified panhandling that busking will get so hyper competitive like that
>Maybe i should just strive to make enemies instead of dealing with the ingratitude of others.
dont bother trying in either way imo
rather than making frens or enemies, just make a fucking ruckus
the rest will follow
I made some bums butthurt when I was passing through Wellington and avoided sharing them my harmonica. It's such a toil having to explain to certain people when I'm only playing for the joy of music itself, that I will not share my germs with others. And I believe my paranoia is justified despite the inclination towards filth, to avoid the possibility of catches herpes or covid.