As I painted...

I was thinking about acceptance. Maybe it was the smell of acrylic paint, or the feel of canvas underneath my brush, or the fact I had had a conversation about it earlier, my mind just turned to it.
I guess you find the good in people without realizing it. I was thinking about all the people I disliked...and then I realized that I've known those people for so long. How was I able to put up with them for so long? It was because I found the good in them. But all the time, every time, I always thought of the bad. The reasons to avoid them, the reasons not to deal with them. But in the end they were still there, and that's because I saw good in them too. It's just that I noticed the bad. Like Tristan said, the bad things are easier to find. Even though, if you look hard enough, the good is easy to find too.
It kind of made me feel better, since it had been kind of bugging me. It was just because I was being to thick in the head at the beginning. I needed to be more open minded. I needed to metaphorm. (I've been reading those books on how to think like a genius. I thought I'd need them help). And now that I have, It's made it easier to think.
But now...since I've spent the past two and a half hours painting, I'm going to wash off all the green and blue paint and SLEEP. I'm dead.