when people trash art degrees, i’m just like “you know nothing about art”.
maybe you don’t need a degree to paint.
but you also don’t need a degree to fix computers, or read books, or write poems, or solve mathematical equations, or philosophize, or help sick people, or defend your beliefs.
but it helps.
when i think of her i feel no joy, no happiness.
i don’t know what i feel. in very small parts, i feel angry
but not enough to constitute a complete emotion.
mostly i feel done with her.
not happy, more upset than happy.
but more indifferent than anything.
i guess mostly tired of her.
that’s a good word…. exhausted with her. worn thin. just done.
and then i think about a number of other people in my life and i feel happiness,
excitement to see them.
and in comparison, she just feels like a meager existence,
like a bug splat on the windowshield of my life.
i know that sounds…harsh,
to say the least.
but there it is. it’s the truth
and i just constantly wonder “why am i wasting my time with someone i feel nothing for, who already wasted so much of my time?”
you’re ALLOWED to, but why would you support someone you don’t respect?
you are allowed to like an artist’s music but not like the artist as a person
you are allowed to like an artist as a person but not like their music