Creativity is odd. What and how you create largely depends on your head space, the type of life you’re living, the kind of people you’re meeting, the moods you’re oscillating around. Capitalism, however, wasn’t designed to accommodate the human condition.
Capitalism is the annoying bouncer at the club. Make him happy and you’ll have the time of your life. You’ll buy drinks comfortably. He’ll watch out for you in case you get into an altercation. He’ll help you make sure your people get in too. Scream ‘Fuck capitalism!’ and you die. Creativity is your ride or die. Your night is never complete if you’re not at the club with creativity. She makes you meet new people, gets you free drinks and makes you feel like sucking up to capitalism was worth it. But she’s a vengeful lass.
See, there are times you need to get to the club and creativity really isn’t in the mood. You try everything; give her a good book, lots of rest, drink water, take a walk, but nothing. She won’t barge. You need to get in the club though, they’re playing nothing but amapiano (look it up) and all your friends will be there. So you try get in without her. You have to kiss capitalism’s ass way more than usual. You complete his fit (he wears the same thing everyday), you ask for his barber’s number (his cut was raggedy), you ask about the missus (you find out he is recently divorced and very much single), you offer to buy him a beer (he doesn’t drink on the job) until finally, he gets distracted by some commotion and tells you to get in. He doesn’t like you and he isn’t hiding it. He doesn’t like anyone actually. You wonder how Creativity gets him to laugh.
Your night is good, not great. You wish creativity was there though. So you try to convince her to go with you the next time you’re going to the club. She’s now harder to convince because you went without her the last time. You had a good time the last time, what’s the harm in going without her again. However, every time you go you get even more drained. The little dance you have to do to appease Capitalism gets longer, more tiring, more demeaning. You want to say ‘Fuck Capitalism’ but you can’t. You’re not happy. You realize you need Creativity. Creativity is disgusted by you and it’s gonna take a lot to take her back.
I’m currently trying to get her back. Wish me luck.
HAPPIER ROAD 