Step Into My Shoes

Allow me to take the liberty of saying that the embouchure of the Oboe player is probably the most difficult and painful embouchure of most instruments. Perhaps it is the French Horn. I don't particularly know, but I do know that playing the oboe is more difficult than the flute, clarinet, saxophone, and most brass instruments. I can absolutely assure you that playing the oboe takes more effort than playing percussion (no offense, but I'm being honest). And I'm pretty sure it is more physically exerting than playing a string instrument. Correct me if I'm wrong. I'm taking a lot of liberties here.

Even if it were more difficult to play, say, the cello, someone who plays the cello has no right to criticize someone who plays a wind instrument. PERIOD. END OF STORY. Yes?

There's this person who plays the cello, in case you didn't figure that out. I play the oboe. My school does this symphonic orchestra where a few of the wind and brass players join in with the orchestra to play a few selections during out winter concert. This cello player feels the need to talk about the band members as if we are all inadequate. And sure, he's a pretty awesome cellist. Oh, he knows it. EVERYONE knows it. And he makes sure. But everyone is offended.

Beyond offended. Especially me.

Well, not exactly especially me. But I like to voice my anger. I don't hold it in.

That's why I left the school screaming "I'M IN A RAGE" with my best friend.

In conclusion, arrogant assholes make me mad. The end.

I'm just saying.