If you're reading this right now, then you are mentally prepared for yet another...blog post! Blog post number ten! The Eulogy Blog Post! The Final Blog Post!
Now last time, I said something like "next week, typologies." Well, a week went by, and there wasn't even a single blog post from me! Wha?!?!
Right you are, Ancient Aliens guy! I devoted all my free time to worrying about the art show instead of writing. Therefore, there was no typology blog last week, and this week's blog is about the previously mentioned art show! See how it ties together?
Sorry to break it to you, typology fans. Just wait one more week. Then, you will see it. My blog post dedicated to nothing but typologies. So go ahead, leave and wait until then. You won't be disappointed!
Onto the art show eulogy!
Ahem.
Art show. Senior Art Show. You arrived, and just as quickly, you left.
And thank God for that. I can only hope I never have to go through that experience again.
Don't get me wrong, the actual three hours of the event? Not that bad, although not great. But the preparation for an art show? What kind of masochistic fools would do this for a living? I mean, unless you're some famous person who has an entourage of servants who will do everything you demand, then why even bother? To me, it seems like a giant money losing scheme designed to cause nothing but stress.
Take me for instance. I was part of Team Portfolio. That can't be too bad, right? Wrong. Somehow in the course of two weeks, I've gotten every single person mad at me at least once. No idea how, actually. You make some hard decisions, you try to do what's right, and the next thing you know, you're out walking alone on the streets of Scranton at midnight.
But even that's probably nothing to the actually hanging process. I don't understand how people survived six hours of hanging photos. That's insane. That's what the North Koreans do to people who speak badly about their leader. But they only make them hang photos for five hours. Yet this is all for the art show.
Yes, the art show. You know what? In the name of art, I'm going to describe my feelings of the art show through the use of pictures...moving pictures, actually. They're called gifs.
At first, I was nervous about going.
But then I arrived...
And all too late realized my mistake.
See, it's not the art that I don't like at the art show. It's the culture. It's the formality. Me, I hate formality. Look at me, I'm posting gifs on a comedic blog for a class assignment. If it's formal, unless it's a wedding or a funeral, it's most likely a terrible event (although some may describe both of those previously mentioned examples the same way).
It doesn't matter if it's an art show. Or if it's a hall of fame sports star celebration. Or if it's the Academy Awards. I just don't feel comfortable dressing up nicely to celebrate. ESPECIALLY....when I'm part of the celebrated peoples. Like, hey, if a lot of people want to get together and say "We did a good job" then that's awesome, great self-esteem builder. But when I'm part of that group, I hate it. I didn't do anything worthy of having a giant event. I didn't save anybody's life or break a world record. I took some pictures, printed them, framed them, and put them on a wall. I don't see how that's cause for celebration.
Clearly, I'm in the vast minority here. People like celebrating their accomplishments. Even I do a little bit. But I'd much prefer a nice, personal compliment than a giant show where I say "Look at what I did!"
Basically, I would rather be shown respect in this way:
And not this way:
And really....isn't that what we all want? Right guys?
I guess not.
