How Creativity Plays A Role In My Life.

I like to say that I’m a very creative person. Granted, I don’t know if it’s true; these types of things can be incredibly hard to measure or quantify… But I just like saying that I am. I like to say so because it kinda helps justify some of my, to put it simply, erratic behaviour. There’s so much going on in my head at all times, meaning that for me, every action is planned and makes a lot of sense. I know my reasoning, my precedent and my intended outcome; and have even argued with myself to make sure it all adds up…

Except, I forget that people don’t really have a way to follow that rationale. It’s all in my head, and it catches people really off guard. I don’t know if much this goes into creativity as much as it goes into lunacy, but I can notice this a lot in group projects:

I have an idea to make something different and interesting.
I plan out the whole process in my head.
I make the decisions as to how I’ll go about doing it, and finalize the idea.

By the time this is done, and I tell people my idea, I get a sort of reality shock based on people’s reactions. “What in the world was I thinking?” is a common thought. I start noticing flaws. “This is way too time consuming for the reward” is the main one. I just develop this whole reality on my head of how it’ll play out, and plan based on that, as opposed to, you know, real reality.

I don’t know honestly. I don’t really understand the concept of creativity. Some people say Leonardo Da Vinci was creative, while others can look at the Mona Lisa and judge it to be bland and uninteresting. Some “creative” people can wind up to be just crazy, for better or for worse; and I still don’t know which category I fit in…