Love…

Recently, I was asked two questions by a girl who reads my blog. “What is your relationship status?” And (I quote) “You seem like a nice guy. How has your relationships been in the past?”

Well… First of all, I am single. I’m guessing it’s because I’m down to earth, and from experience, I can infer that the majority of females appreciate honesty, but not too much of it. That’s where I hit a wall.
The next question is a bit complicated. All of my relationships have been little tests, due to my pre-pubertic mind wanting to know what love is. Sooooooo… In short, all but two were fake (a bit harsh, but as I said, I’m honest).
Besides dating though, all other “relationships” were always girls chasing me, and me being unsure, shy, and irrational with my anxiety based thoughts. I’ve been given the chance to further myself (sexually), but ended up stalling at the thought. She finally gave up on my and dated one of my best friends.
So, besides being the “bad luck Brian” of relationships, I’m still satisfied with one in-particular relationship: the relationship with myself. That concludes the second question.
Thanks for hearing (reading) me out guys, and thank you to the special follower who asked me these bloody brilliant questions!

~BigTheSquatch

Art class

So, the other day, our art teacher told us to write about what we’ve learned in art class so far, and I feel incomplete. I don’t feel like I was very honest, but my honesty probably wouldn’t be very… Pleasant.
Either way, here is truly what I learned so far in art class:

I learned, that art class is not teaching us how to express ourselves, but more of, “is it good enough yet?” I learned that my emotions don’t matter. That shading is CRUCIAL. I learned, that my drawings are never accurate enough, that my paintings are never the right tints or shades, and that my enthusiasm in art… Is absent. Art class, as mine goes, is not art, but rather an instructional education. Art is supposed to be motivated. It’s meant to be special.

Dear art teacher,
“The problem is not getting the child to become an artist, but rather a struggle for him to remain one.”

Your degrading words have inflicted and jaded me. Thank you for that. Because I will always remember one thing.

No matter how much effort you put into it, no matter the costs, no matter the emotion, no matter the enthusiasm… It’s never good enough. YOU taught me that.

~BigTheSquatch