Turby and John

A couple of months ago, I painted a silly picture of my dogs to hang in my room. My friend Kyle seemed to really like it, so I painted a picture of his two cats and gave it to him for Christmas. My friend Selena mentioned casually that she would like to have one after Kyle opened his, so I painted her two dogs and gave it to her as a present as well. A few days ago, my friend Nikki asked if I would paint her dog too. I did so yesterday, and gave it to her last night. They all seemed really pleased, and for that reason I am pleased with myself. Here they are:

I will consistently fail to understand why and how people get such an exaggerated idea of their importance in the world. Aside from your(this being the proverbial your, of course) family and very close friends, and that’s if you’re lucky, the general public does not give a single shit about you. I had this realization very early in life, and clearly I should count myself lucky. Not many people were as fortunate as I, and it’s a little disturbing, to say the least.  My day to day life is almost entirely composed of interactions with people who have fooled themselves into thinking that the many meaningless things that they think and say are important. How did things go so far south for these people?  I have wonderful, loving parents who constantly told me I was beautiful and capable, and I didn’t end up a selfish asshole on a mission to be the center of everyone’s attention. I guess not being delusional goes a long way.

I don’t find my insignificant role in life and in the lives of others to be dreary or depressing; it’s just a fact.