The way I see it, the men that I’m with, whoever they are, it’s like look, you have to accept the fact that I like ice cream, and I know it shows up on my hips but if you can’t accept that, then leave. Go away, toodles. It is non-negotiable.
Over the last few hours I’ve allowed myself to feel defeated, and just like she said if you allow yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won’t be afraid of that feeling anymore.
I’ve never felt anything that moves me as much as my piano. I’m an emotional player. I don’t really like people. I prefer my piano to people. It’s totally reliable and it’s alive. I can hear what it’s saying.
I’m not like a poker player. I’m not into bluff. My way is to look someone in the eye and tell them the way I’m intending to go. My cards are always on the table.
