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Guitar Callouses

My finger tips today
I try to play guitar everyday. I restarted playing guitar when I was in the second year of university. I used to play when I was really young. I’m no virtuoso though. I have gotten better over the years, I’ve taken it more seriously over the last three or four years. But it doesn’t really matter how many times I strum my guitar…

All I have is callouses to show for it.

It is difficult to take a close up picture of your own finger tips.

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  • It doesn't matter how much I strum my guitar, I don't get better.
    Why Mar?
  • It doesn't matter how much I strum my guitar, or how many times I apologize, or say I don't understand, or that I want things to be better.

    They probably never will be.

    That is how some of my Sauder MBA classmates want it and the rest don't care or have grown tired of the sordidness of it all. Of course I'm tired, I'm the one with all the trouble sleeping.

    I don't know how much longer I can go on like this, all I gain is new hurt, new doubts to go with the ample share of both I already have.

    Back to trying to distract myself.
  • Now I don't have as many callouses but I've been playing so many Barre chords that my first knuckle on my ring finger of my fretting hand is giving me grief.

    I can't even strum my guitar and watch South Park which has a Thanksgiving episode which also takes cracks at the Phantom of the Opera, even Will Farrel has gotten into the game.

    Will things ever get better?
    I want things to be better.

    Lots of time to strum my guitar I might make passable yet...
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