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Unfinished Compliments |
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February 13th, 2007 6:45pm |
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An artist's main objective should never be overwhelming praise and adoration from friends, fans, and strangers. Those things, however, sure don’t hurt. No matter how many times people stop me on the street and say, “You, sire, are a genius’, it never ceases to make me blush. I’ll admit it. I don’t hate it.
What I do hate is when people fail to finish their compliments. What do I mean? Would you like an example? Of course you would:
“Hello, Brad. I saw the film you made.”
Though, it is nice to acknowledge they saw something I made, this is not a compliment. Perhaps they were well meaning, but just didn’t quite grasp the concept of the compliment. What is a compliment? Would you like an example of a compliment? Of course you would:
“Hello, Brad. I saw the film you made. It was pure magic and is the zenith of your creative endeavors. My life is forever changed and my heart is forever moved.”
That is a compliment. (They also get extra points for using the word “zenith.”)
I feel it’s my duty today to remind us all what compliments are. Have we forgotten? Why do people keep getting it wrong? How is it that people forget to finish compliments? My theory is that people just forget. After all, we live in a fast paced hustle and bustle world of internets and radios. We’re doing lots of things at once. Can’t we find time in our lives, especially when speaking to me, to give proper compliments?
You may be asking, “What ignited this passionate essay, Bradley?” You’d be a tad bit passionate yourself if you put so much time, energy, work, and love into your art. I recently completed my long awaited romance novel, ‘It Jihad To Be You’. Unlike my previous works, this zesty epic tale of romance, love, and terrorism wasn’t written in one sitting. No. It was a long, arduous, thought out process through which many tears were shed and many lives were lost. Even so, after reading people responded with: “So, I read your book. . .”
The compliments were unfinished when I recorded my latin rap album. They were unfinished when I unveiled my fine art exhibit: “Poop, and Other Palindromes.” I’m sure people were unaware of their rudeness. Step back and stop thinking of yourselves for a minute and take time to celebrate me and what I’m doing.
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