I'm sitting in the library now, trying to start my Social Psychology paper. I was thinking about writing about tattoos, but that's besides the point.
As I'm sitting here, there are two sophomore pre-med students sitting in the corner. I'm pre-med too by the way. We have a rigorous course load, and I'm sure these two are really intelligent, considering they're talking about ketones for Organic Chemistry. After a few minutes listening in on their conversation, they begin talking about modern art.

The girl says "How is a red square art? Fuck modern art. It's so pointless."
They guy, "Yeah I saw this thing one time where there was a piece of white paper on another piece of white paper, it was called 'White on White'... so fucking dumb. No one wants to see that pretentious shit that a four-year-old can do."
Girl, "Yeah seriously, I went to the Momo? Right? MoMA? Whatever, I went there because there was a Tim Burton exhibition going on, because you know that's actually worth going to, and there was this thing where a lady was sitting there, and you can sit across from her and just look at her. I don't know. It was just so dumb and a waste of time."

She was obviously referring to Marina Abramovic's The Artist is Present. I was getting really fucking pissed off, especially because they are pre-meds. It's disappointing that these two are becoming doctors, yet they refuse to consider or think about any other fields of interest other than their own. These are the type of people that promote the idea that pre-meds are all robots and don't have any type of emotions. These people refuse to look beyond whatever the fuck is on their textbooks and probably have some deep-rooted issues that block them from expressing any vulnerability or weakness.

Anyway, I have no respect for people who don't respect other people's work. You can't be an intelligent person without taking the time to consider. The act of considering, trying to understand, and just listening, is what makes a person well-rounded.

So many idiots say, "Art majors won't get jobs, they don't do anything real." Come onnnnnnnn. I fucking wish I could do something creative. I suck at writing, I can't sing or dance. The one thing I get from my dad is photography. I barely have time to learn, but I take any opportunity to. I absolutely love film photography, developing film, waiting to see how my pictures turn out.

I remember on the first day of college, in Writing the Essay, our professor asked us to talk about a time when we weren't seen. I was the first one to talk. It was about how I felt like I was pressured to go into medicine, and how I developed an interest in photography but I never really got to pursue it. And he asked my classmates to ask me questions, and I started to tear. It's not that I regret choosing medicine over something more creative, because I really really really love medicine as well, but the act of creation feeds my mind like no other. It just feels good. Medicine is art, in my opinion, but I'll write about that another day. I just think that people should find the time to create something...

I know my parents didn't want to do what they ended up doing now. My mom was in FIT for two years and quit because she didn't have enough money to take any more classes. She constantly talks about it. My dad was a pilot for a few years, he had his own plane and went to Teterboro every day to fly to Connecticut and back. He still has an obsession with planes, but he had to stop to get a desk job. He still does photography on the side though, and teaches me whenever he has time.

I'm trying to not regret things later in life.

Whatever, I'm just really sad for these two pre-meds. It must suck to be so flat.