I am not an artist

Uh-oh, I’m starting to beat myself up. You wanna know why? Cause I am not an injured artist, an introspective tortued writer or a misunderstood musician. Instead, I am a fairly typical, lighthearted, and myriad thought librarian who just writes this blog to get my thoughts out. I can’t play an instrument, my photography sucks, and don’t even look at my other attempts at “creativity.” My creativity comes out in my film production (but I just do that for fun not a way to express my soul.) I don’t spend countless hours listening to indie, deep and obscure music. I would much rather listen to a book on tape than listen to music that I don’t understand or I don’t know the words to. And I would rather watch TV or a movie than go to a concert or art gallery exhibt. And I don’t have any money to spend on a road trip to “find myself.” That just seems stupid and a waste of time and money, if you just go on a road trip to nowhere. Thank you, but I much prefer a planned expedition.
But, unfortunately, most of my friends
seem to be geared towards the artistic, creative personality. I just can’t feel bad because I am not this way.