funtobealive

i hate traveling with such a passionate hate. the bad news is that my stupid profession consists of an unbelievable amount of this shit. it doesn’t matter how many miles i have flown in my short 27 years on planet earth, it is always fricking me out. it is not the flying i hate or afraid of, it is the constant change of atmosphere.
funtobe’s are creatures of habit from the worse possible kind. we hate big changes. we hate small changes and we definitely hate changes. the first thing that gets hit is our delicate stomach. it goes bazzerk when it learns that the rest of the body is about to travel. an average funtobe spends as it is around an hour a day sitting on the toilet, so it might grow to an hour and a half on traveling days. now that is shit load of time. ( figuratively speaking. ). of course it all disappears like magic the minute we are beyond immigration. well, that means i have around 4 hours to suffer still.

neglecting the website lately has resulted in self neglecting. how horrid indeed- the grumpy creature that was invented for releasing some day to day pressure has taken over. or like we say in hebrew- “the cocoon has taken over its creator”. of course there might be other reasons for the “silence of the funtobe’s”, such as dear Mr. funtobe finely got a life. well- NOT. the respectable Mr. funtobe didn’t have one day that other people will call “a life” in his pathetic 27 years. sometimes i wonder if the real reason Mr. funtobe stays in the classical music world is just because he hates getting up early in the morning. it is always a shock,( if the rare occasions arises and he does wake up before 8 in the morning), to see that most of the world is already up and kicking- and they are doing it every fucking day. funtobe never had to sit a day in an office, nor wait on people’s table, and even work his way thru a never ending pile of papers due for last week. maybe it is time for funtobe to try some of that. because his current occupation, namely showing his naked tortured soul to a room/concert hall full with complete strangers, is not really a profession, it is more a nice way to pass the time with very little money. what should funtobe do- that is the question?

a sad day indeed to all the funtobe’s where ever they might be, ( or if they at all exist). one of the very first funtobes died a few days ago in a very spectacular way. if you have ever read the home page of this silly website you will recognize this guy as one of the disturbed Israeli adolescent who started this madness. well, his manner if dying is is the funtobeism in a nut shall. he was resting after a concert in brazil on a hammock when a concrete pole fell over him and killed him.
well, i guess the only funtobe way to deal with such shit is sharing with you an idiom that you all know for sure its first part- “what doesn’t kill one-makes one stronger, and what does kill one makes, one’s family an friends stronger”.
you all probably think that being cynical is the easy solution. well, try be cynical with not only a heart, but a very soft one . now that is a task for life time.
may he rest in peace….