Never Marry An Artist
Don't marry an artist. Ever.
If your heart is not one for adventure, if your mind is confined to the restrictions of reality_Then please, I beg of you, do not marry an artist.
Your mind will be doused in vibrant liquids, your eyes will be opened to new things. You'll see your life in technicolor. Shades of gray will no longer restrain you, for your will shall be guided by that of an artist. Kiss normality away, because once you marry an artist, you will become an artist one way or another.
Their ways will rub off onto you, their adventure will fill your soul, and you will never be the same again.
Never Marry a Writer.
Because they're all the same. They bear wisdom from long ago, yet they preserve it in this age.
They'll take their life and yours, and put it in a book,
Your life will no longer be your own, but the life of all those who look.
Kiss privacy away, because secrets are no longer secrets.
They're stories you see, ammo if you may. The weapons are the words, which the artist supplies every day.
So be prepared to wear, your emotions on a sleeve. Because the ammo of a writer is unlimited, because their ammo is life itself.
So there you have it, my friends. If you're not willing to render your mind to the paintbrush, or your body to words, than an artist nor a writer is the spouse for you. They'll change you in more ways than one. Their joys will be yours, and their hardships will be yours too. When you marry one of these artist, keep in mind, you're putting your life on the line.
But, if you're willing to take an adventure through fantasy, through canvass and through words, than go on right ahead. A marriage is commitment, a marriage is forever...so render yourself to the paintbrush, surrender yourself to the words.
For the moment you commit yourself to the artist, is the moment you become an artist yourself.