ME: I’m too tired to paint. Painting is too hard.
PAINTING:
ME: Why are you bothering me all the time? I can’t ever relax because you always say I should be working.
PAINTING:
ME: If you’re going to keep nagging me, at least give me more talent. If I had more talent, painting wouldn’t be so hard.
PAINTING:
ME: I should never have signed up for this job. The pay is terrible and the hours are too long.
PAINTING:
ME: There are too many painters out there, and most of them are better than I am.
PAINTING:
ME: Except for the ones who are worse than I am. They’re an even bigger problem because they lower the standards and I can’t keep up with them.
PAINTING:
ME: This is a stupid way to spend a life! I need to get a real job!
PAINTING:
ME: (Collapses onto the floor in exhaustion.) I give up. It’s hopeless.
PAINTING: (Rolls its eyes) Are you finished?
ME: Yes.
PAINTING: Then get in here and get to work. We have a lot of painting to do today.