Wednesday, 17 February 2010
I drew this today:
I thought it was really funny. I showed it to Boyfriend, and he looked at it for an awkwardly long time before looking up at me and making a sound that was too tainted with confusion to be considered laughter. So I was like "Get it?"
Boyfriend: "No...?"
Me: "It's funny because those triangles only look fun to hang out with because I drew them that way."
Boyfriend: ...
Me: "I could have drawn mean triangles, but I drew happy, fun-looking ones."
Boyfriend: "Yes you did."
Me: "And that's why it's funny. I'm sure not all triangles are fun to hang out with. Just the ones I made."
Boyfriend: "What is wrong with you?"
Me: "I don't get why you are having such a hard time with this! Triangles don't have personalities. I am projecting personalities onto the triangles! And then I'm making a blanket generalization about all triangles based upon my own arbitrary projection!"
Boyfriend: "Okay."
Me: "No, you still don't get it!"
Boyfriend: "I get it. It's just really weird."
Me: "You don't understand what a burden it is to have such an advanced sense of humor."
Boyfriend: "I'm sorry. It must be terrible."
Me: "I bet this is exactly how Beethoven felt."
Boyfriend: "Beethoven played the piano."
Me: "I know that. I was making an analogy. Someday I'm going to be a famous genius and you're still going to be a hobo!"
Boyfriend: "Still?"
Me: "Yeah. And I won't give you any money because you were such an asshole to me before I was a famous genius."
Boyfriend: "Well, in that case, can I make you some waffles or something?"
Me: "Nope. Sorry. Too late. I'm going to go draw more pictures that you aren't evolved enough to understand."
And then I drew these:
After about 45 minutes, Boyfriend was like "What are you doing?"
Me: "Drawing."
Boyfriend: "What are you drawing?"
Me: "You wouldn't understand."
Boyfriend: "Maybe I would..."
So then I showed the pictures to Boyfriend and he was like "The speed bump one is kind of funny..."
I bet even Beethoven didn't have to deal with this kind of adversity.