There's a guy in my contemporary art history class who thinks he knows everything there is to know about art. He's been to the Louvre, he's been to Germany, and all over Europe, so he likes to tell us that this piece is art and this piece is not. Then when someone makes a very good point he dismisses it and sits there with a smug smile on his face. Those are the kinds of smiles that make me want to punch people in the face.
He reminds me of someone I knew a while back. I didn't see him very often, but he knew everything there was to know about music. Even though I had been in band for 7 years, and I have taken music theory. He would still try to tell me what was right and what was wrong. Even though I made very good points.
That's the kind of bastard I was talking about there. Don't get in a tizzy, just calm yourself down.
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