Pot’s Calling the Kettle Black

Rrrggghhhh. . .. . . . .. .. Two days ago, my teacher showed us a Karate flyer to try to get in more students. I said that it was was good but I noticed that the description seemed more like a muscle building workout than learning Karate. You know, just a friendly suggestion. Well, Luke comes up later and says that I was criticizing him and that if I wanted to get my point across, I should be more supportive and not blunt ‘n all (he didn’t quite say that but he said I was criticizing and that I didn’t do something “right”). Basically, I should be more friendly or lie.

Well, yesterday, I was designing the headstock for my Minstrel banjo and Luke came up and said, “eww, that’s ugly.” Than he got out some paper and designed it himself, told me what it should be like (apperantly it should look like a Gibson bluegrass banjo head) and then said that it’s my banjo and I should do what I want and left. Well, pot’s called the kettle black! Not only that, you (universal ‘you.’ Like saying ‘one’) can’t just say what you think of it, say what you would do and just leave. That’s like breaking somebody’s knees (or in this case, spirit/creativity/whatever-you-want-to-call-it) and leaving. Boy, that just burns me up. You’d think he’d know better considering that he read How To Win Friends and Influence People a few times.