(I want to make it clear, I'm not shaming anyone for anything, this is just something that is odd to me personally)

My whole life I've always had fictional stories I've thought up, and I always believed that every person had a story they wanted to share, and if not a story, some other form of art (ideas for paintings/drawings, comics, sculptures, woodworked stuff, etc.). Talking to my brother, I found he had literally zero thoughts on any form of art or story, instead the thing he's most passionate about is the ability to make money and get rich one day, which is so strange to me. I had honestly believed up until that point that everyone had something, but my brother has zero thoughts or inclinations towards such. I'm accepting now that there are people who are like this, but that was honestly so jarring to me.

I wonder if perhaps my definition of 'art' should perhaps grow to include intelligent investing that leads to riches, perhaps my definition is actually outdated and excludes other forms of art.

I should say though, just because someone hasn't delivered on their choice art doesn't mean they don't have a desire for it (I haven't written any of the stories in my head for example), and I don't mean people like this (cause I'm in that category myself).

  • Tapirs10 [undecided,she/her]
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    3 years ago

    I mean some people, myself included are just boring. Whenever I see people here talking about what they would do in a socialist utopia like be an artist or something, I don't get that same feeling. Like I don't mind being a cog in a machine of capitalism, just what the machine is doing. Maybe it's just depression vibes that I feel this way, but i just don't get creative types. It's simply not something I could find myself doing

    • TraschcanOfIdeology [they/them, comrade/them]
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      3 years ago

      It's also a matter of stress and access to inspiration. We're we all to have better art education and free time, I'm sure the mind would wander and play around with ideas mcuh more than it does in this alienated hellscape