Wednesday, August 7, 2019

WHY TEXT THINGY?

What is the reason? Why am I writing the texts. Why am I trying to bore to death by reading things instead of just making a video on my YouTube channel? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME OMG?

The answer is quite simple. I'm not only a video maker. 

    When I was a kid. Okay, let's move to a third person just for the sake of making it emotionally signifying to read.

    So there was a child as young as he is trying to understand the world around him as much as he can. Curious about everything and anything like all other kids. 

    Was it four or five years spend wondering around thinking to him self. Who am I? How do I live? What's that peace of budah? And then his father took him and his brother to a ride. 


    It's dark outside of the car. Is it raining or skies are slowly crying? Drop by drop falling down. Not creating the unified sound of the rain he was familiar with. Hmmm... It's interesting thought the child. Rain is slow tonight. 

    They arrived. A place in the middle of night. A kitchen. But not a regular one. Huge. Bigger then the one at home. Lot of rooms. Closed rooms. Sound of people. Other children, much bigger then him.

    "Come with me." Says father. And takes the hand of the child. Walking toward one of the closed room. The sound of the children is getting stronger. Stronger with every step. "They behind that door" thought to him self the child. And to his amusement when the father opened the door he discovered that he was right. Many kids. 12, 13 year olds. BIG GUYS. Sitting there in front of small TVs and pressing buttons on a thing below it. "This is a computer" says father. He takes the child gently and puts on a chair in front of one of those TVs. A program boots in. "This is a mouse" says father pointing on a weirdly shaped thing beside all of those buttons. "Try move it". The child takes this "Mouse" in his hand. Moves it on a table. And a little arrow on the TV moves accordingly. 

    "Now try moving while pressing the button on the mouse"

    The child does exactly as father said. And to his amusement a line appears. Would he move the mouse in the circle. A circle would appear. Would he try to trace a face. A face would appear. 

    Soon they gone away from this magical machine. But the child kept wondering what else can this machine do? What else can HE do?

    And so few years passed. Concepts like. Video Games, Movies, Drawing, Painting, Photographs, Stories both told and shown. Both written and performed. Appeared in his mind. And there he is crying in his bed. In the middle of night. Without possibility to make all of those things for him self. And in the end. He wipes his tears. And imagines a future. There it is. HE WILL DO IT. HE WILL NOT JUST USE STUFF OTHER CREATED. HE WILL DO THINGS HIMSELF.

    And the BLENDER DUMBASS was born.




    Well meanwhile I do YOUTUBES... Go there please and Subscribe. Cause it's kinda amazing.

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2 comments:

  1. My father did not show me the magic machine.

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  2. I liked the story. You got me interested in your videos. And you are good at this too! Keep going dude!

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