As of late, I have come across youngsters who, as youngsters would, are in a perpetual effort to assert themselves. Zoom into the songwriters' category of this population: I have noticed a proliferation of those we shall refer to in this blog entry as: takagyawyaw. Pardon me, this is by no means an attempt to diss. I may very well be among them too, for all I know.
What's a takagyawyaw?
To be harshly blunt:
these are people who exert too much effort raising their banners; and then when asked of their beliefs, they don't really comprehend the whole thing, and in your eyes, they are some ape of a TV rockstar or rapper or artist you see on TV. Narrow-minded and prone to making unjustified critique of others. Those who do not have a good command of their art tools but are arrogantly overconfident.
And it is for these encounters with these certain people that within the span of a day I have developed a paranoia over all of my written output. Am I a TakagYawyaw myself? Of course I don't know squat about anything, but here I am rambling as if I know the world. I can't wait to be 45 and wiser and be justified.
Then again, before that time comes, there's the time before that. And the time before that is one's passage through these portions in life where one spits out measly truths that overwhelms one because this is all one knows and what one knows is little; and one is passing through the time before he knows more than what he does now.
And so what one can really do is just look at the insecurities that are by nature packaged with the time before that; wrap them in colored paper, forget them and leave them piled up until the end of the year when, under the Christmas tree, you let out a hearty guffaw upon opening them.
And like I always say: Char but true.