Have been able to overcome a ton of shit over the past year or two. One thing I can’t get past is my reluctance to practice, which has turned into hatred. The relationship between me and my violin was: – we always had this understanding: I tell you what to do and you do it.
Since resuming my own lessons over the past few months, my violin has a mind of his own, a side of him I never saw before.
He has boundaries. He says not tonight to me. What the hell is this shit?
I’m pissed that I can’t control him. I think he laughs at me.
I push him up against the wall. He fights back.
I have needs. He refuses to fulfill them.
He’s either a high-maintenance lover or a petulant child.