I Hate Art

I think I'm adopted, my parents and the rest of my siblings will pay through the roof for expensive paintings. They marvel on family trips, musing around art galleries and wow in astonishment at every painting. They pay for farcical excursions to gaze at buildings, take pictures of statues and anything that resembles ancient.

I look at a painting, it's either tree or a house. I can go on google image, download a picture, print it and put a frame on it. I don't know the fascination with the Mona Lisa or any of those expensive paintings, they all look the same to me.

Family trips would always end with an evening of watching a play or musical, the most mundane waste of precious time. I prefer to huddle up in a corner and read a good book. I'm often told I have no taste but frivolous materials does nothing but create excessive spending.