Recently, I'm surfing ads and find this one for a guitarist available online: ok no more bull****. no more lazy musicians or wanna-be rockstars, im not emo, im not punk, im not ska, i cant really handle leads, i cant sing, i can play with feeling, i can pour my heart and soul, all my pain and frustration into a song, in june, i lost someone very dear to me, a very close friend, someone who made the world a better place just by living in it, now shes gone, its been a long time since i left the house for more than a few hours at a time. im not looking for a band that plays in a garage or basement only to break up because someone goes off to school. im looking for brothers/sisters, friends, family, a group of people determined, serious, creative, open minded. im looking for a heavy, pounding, agressive band. where pain and sorrow are the things of which a masterpeice of music is made. i miss her, and i want to remember her the way she would want me to and thats not sitting on my a** waiting for something to come my way. i have had it with highschool drama, with arguments over little things and life choices. ive lost alot of friends since that day be it death, or fights, or just drifting apart. all i want to do anymore is write music and play live. if you cant offer me something that will not be playing shows by spring/summer dont bother Turns out, this 23 year old kid was the one collaborating on a new band with me over this past summer. The people I managed to pull together, while everyone else complained that it wasn't going anywhere, ended up having the worst chemistry in the world, had little skill, immediately wanted to get into the most expensive downtown rehearsal studio, wanted to get the most expensive mastering for our potential demo, pretty much wanted to mount the roof before building the foundation. Meanwhile, school starts for me, I know this isn't going to work, so I ditch the band and am going to try again later fitting in a band with a greater emphasis on the music and a serious reality check, and by all means I work hard on my bass playing and musicianship. Then I see that post, and I want to smack him. For what I gathered from him, he's still living with his parents, working a day a week on a loading dock, and is waiting for the dream to land on his steps instead of actively persuing it (despite what he says), and it strikes me how entitled some people think they are, including those who were in my makeshift band, and I know losing ones you care about can be difficult, but why make it your lifelong obsession? I don't know, am I just too critical of people?