avablog

Forget anything I’ve said about previous versions of there being only two types of people in the world.  The definitive measure is whether people say they like to paint.

I hate painting.  I hate the prep.  I hate the mess.  I hate the cleanup.  I frequently run into someone who says, “I love to paint!”  And I look at him like he’s still standing in the exhaust cloud of the spaceship that dropped him off on this planet.

I was up in the “attic” at the house again this evening, bent over and crumpled up, covered in insulation and dust, sweat dripping down my brow, and all I could think was, “Thank God I’m not painting.”  I don’t dislike people who claim to enjoy painting, I simply question their self awareness.