You paint so much better than I do.
That’s not true. I love the way you paint.
No, no. I’ll never paint as well as you do.
Your paintings are great.
Yours are much better. I wish I could paint as well as you do.
I’m 47. I’ve been painting longer. When I was 9, painting totally frustrated me too.
I don’t believe it. You paint so well.
All I do is paint an abstract painting, then when that dries, I paint another one over it, then scrape it off with a knife before it dries. Sometimes it looks cool.
You’re such a good painter.
You’re actually far better.
No way. You’re better.
No, you.
No, you.
You.
You.
- [continue ad absurdum]
“Yes dear, but although I may be a better painter, your use of glitter is not to be underestimated.”
Reminds me of the “no you hang up” conversations that plagued my early teen relationships.
and who is right?
this is the best conversation ever.
novala: gamma and i are about even, i think.