Until you start asking “Why are you taking pictures of _____”
so I can’t take a picture of some random building without being questioned on why the hell there’s a picture of a random building in my memory card.
Maybe, if you actually saw that it wasn’t just some random building, but a beautiful man made structure and maybe noticed the nice color scheme and “charm” it had. Point is, I thought it was a cute house.
Dad: You should be taking nice pictures of people.
*looks at crazy pictures of me and Louise*
But don’t take pictures like that.
What the hell?! I hate it when all the pictures they want to see are family members posing with a forceful smile plastered on their faces holding up peace signs and pretending to look like they actually like each other.
Let me take my pictures the way I want to.
It’s just like how it was with when I did painting, violin, etc etc.
You see why I quit?
Because of the type of bullshit that always comes up when I tried to practice.
"What is that? What do you think you’re doing?”
It’s called “practicing” and making “mistakes”. Something your stuck up, condescending, perfectionist self clearly cannot understand.