In my job among other things, i am paid to analyse and interpret.
Mainly numbers...
Translate those numbers into something that actually means something.
First rearrange them into tables and graphs, with weird x and y axis.
And then create a story out of it.
Sometimes it makes sense...but for one nice story, there are a lot of almost nice stories untold.
I am paid to see patterns where "normal" ( and i still seek for a good definition of normal) people can lose their minds. Honestly, sometimes i am also lost in those numbers without noticing....and thats the beauty of it.
In my mind those abstract figures make sense...and its almost art!
When i look at a sculputure, at a painting, even when listening to a song (a good one) i wonder what those artist where thinking when they create those forms of art.
I think you can do that with graphs!
At least i can!
And apparently i am good at it!
But....and there is always a but.
When i leave my abstract world, sometimes i cant even see what is right in front of my eyes...things that for other people (those normal ones) are obvious and for me make no sense.
Like being in a room full of people that once i called my friends, and feel like i am sitting in an empty room.
Worst...politely smiling and deeply desiring their disapearence...
I feel like i am failing to analyse and interpret the real world, with real people and real feelings.
My mind is not right, i know...
Just give me some time, and some space alone. So i can see what everybody else sees!
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