Painting in bedroom

I painted this today to hang in my bedroom. I will take a picture of my room soon to show you all how it fits with the rest of the deco.

My mum and brother were out tonight. My dad and I were the only ones at home, left alone to our own devices. I was engrossed with my painting and my dad was sitting across the table reading the news. Once in a while, I would ask him for his opinion on my progress. Dad is a funny one. After an intent study of my painting, like one would observe a painting at the Louvre, he said, "Hm...it looks very nice but I don't quite understand. What's the meaning behind your painting?"

"Em...there's no meaning. It just looks pretty."

"I also don't understand why do you leave a white patch on one side. Why can't you paint the entire thing brown?"

"But that's how the painting is suppose to be!"

"Oh I see. The brown line is not very straight. What's all these jagged things?"

"That's the design!!!"

"Oh..."

I was trying very hard to ignore his last comment but against my own will, I took it in! I've decided that the brown line wasn't very straight. And so, I kept working on it. But it kept getting worse and worse. And I can't paint when I'm frustrated. But I couldn't stop painting as well because I couldn't stand the sight of the ugliness. So for the next half hour, I was trying to paint a straight brown line in between blaming myself for my lack of skills and poor dad, for throwing in his two cents worth.

Finally, I told myself to just stop! I reckon the hardest part is stopping because you'll always think that the painting can be further improved.

So there you go, that's the story of the painting with the not-so-straight brown line.