I have a song posted on my youtube that I wrote 3 years ago called, "Where is Happy Rayan?" I wrote the song in a particularly stressful time in my life, my businesses were not doing well, my mom constantly was nagging me to get a real job. To add to all that, my computer that I was using to do all of my business stuff broke down and I was forced to break out my old college computer to continue work. As I looked through the files I had on that computer, I found a whole bunch of stuff from when I was still in school. I was amazed how much different my life was back then from where it was. Pictures of good times with friends, silly drawings that I used to make about weird creatures farting awkwardly on blind dates, it just seemed like I was a lot happier back then.
So anyways, I wrote that song at that point. Fast forward 3 years later, ukuleleunderground.com is rockin, I'm super happy with how all these great ukulele players are coming together from all over the world. NOT DEPRESSED in anyway. My aunty finds the video on youtube of that song I wrote 3 years ago (I have no idea how) and then proceeds to tell everyone in my family that I'm depressed. She tells my other aunty, who tells my other aunty, who tells my uncle and my mom.
Finally my mom calls me and asks me, "are you depressed?"
"No...." I say. She then tells me the chain of the coconut wireless. I tell her I wrote that song 3 years ago. "Oh I'm going to call your aunties then..."
Freakin ridiculous. Man. Should buy them a "Jump-To-Conclusions Mat"
So anyways, I wrote that song at that point. Fast forward 3 years later, ukuleleunderground.com is rockin, I'm super happy with how all these great ukulele players are coming together from all over the world. NOT DEPRESSED in anyway. My aunty finds the video on youtube of that song I wrote 3 years ago (I have no idea how) and then proceeds to tell everyone in my family that I'm depressed. She tells my other aunty, who tells my other aunty, who tells my uncle and my mom.
Finally my mom calls me and asks me, "are you depressed?"
"No...." I say. She then tells me the chain of the coconut wireless. I tell her I wrote that song 3 years ago. "Oh I'm going to call your aunties then..."
Freakin ridiculous. Man. Should buy them a "Jump-To-Conclusions Mat"