Just deal with it.
Seek active vengeance.
Curse them out publicly.
Use creative energy to mock them.

Go home and bang on stuff.
Get really depressed.
Drink vodka.

Fairy tales and legends.
Literature.
The events of the world around you.

Your own imagination.
Vodka.

Large-scale orchestral works.
Chamber music and solo repertoire.

Both.
Vodka.

Are fully involved in the party.
Hang out exclusively with your friends.

Would rather not be there.
Drink vodka.

Bipolar and oddly aligned.
Loud, rude, and pretentious.
Generally pleasant and good-natured.
Introverted and sensitive.

Logical, precise, and formidible.
Versatile but relaxed and melancholy.
Scholarly, thorough, and determined.
Drunk on vodka.

That you are forever associated with the holiday season.
An actual stone or bronze monument.
A Broadway musical based on your works.
Just your work, because it stands for itself.

Your house and desk, kept as organized as you did.
The fact that only a select few can tackle the difficulties of your work, and many unworthy people have been carted off to the funny farm trying.
A prestigious school named after you.
A vodka brewery named after you.

Two.
One.

None.
You lost track because of the vodka.

Lower instruments.
Higher instruments.

Either one.
They all sound the same after that much vodka.

Yes.
No.

It's blurred because of the vodka.

Traveling.
Playing chess.
Performing complex chemistry experiments.
Reading.

Cleaning.
Conducting.
Teaching.
Drinking vodka.

Losing your passport.
Being imprisoned.
All of your pets dying.
Endless harsh criticism.

Pure and utter chaos.
Hurting your hands irreparably.
Going deaf.
Running out of vodka.

Yes.
No.

What?.
Vodka.