Random Short Stuff

Blue

It was made of monochromatic shades of blue, random splashs of color blending together on the big canvas. I tilted my head in a desperate need to find something more, to feel anything, but failed miserably once again. 
I was standing here for quiet a while, glaring at this painting as people kept moving around, some sending annoyed glances at me for hiding it from their view, but they didn't miss much anyway.

"Do you like it?"

A voice from besides me asked and I almost jumped, not noticing anyone coming near me for the past few minutes. Only that made me realize how weird I must look for keep standing here like this.

"would it be rude to say no?" I asked back, peeking from the corner of my eye on the voice's owner and discovering a young man, who now looked at the painting himself.

"Depends to who" he smiled.

I rolled my eyes, it's not like I'm going to go after the artist, I'm not that mean. But I'm aloud to have my own opinions. Alice always said it was good and even necessary to share your thoughts so you could offer others other points of view and discover new ones yourself, especially when it came to art. At the time I used to fully agree but now, after being exposed to uncountable amount of opinions, I can say for sure that I'd rather not hearing them all.

"Then.. why do you keep staring at it?"  he asked curiously, I almost forgot he was still there. I have a tendency to get lost in my mind, what was probably one of the reasons to my creepy state at the moment, but I won't say that; it'll only make me look crazier than how I already seemed and scaring off strangers I just met was not in my intentions, at least for today.

"I'm looking for something" I answered simply.

"In the painting?"

"yes."

"like a secret code?" he joked but kept his voice so serious that I had doubt it for a second.

"Actually I'm searching for a meaning, idea, intention, anything at all that will give me a reason to understand why they put it here." I answered and after another thought added "I don't get it but It seems like others do, so maybe there is a secret in there."

"can't it just be a pretty painting without all the fancy extras?"

I turned around to face him, he was looking back at me with an arched brow and my face probably looked like I've been hitten across them. 

"Then what's the point in putting it in a museum? See a pretty painting? Go hang it on your wall."

"People coming here to see pretty things, not all of us staring at each display for hours."

Well that was low. 

"people are coming here to see things that has been chosen mostly because of artists names. who cares what it means right? It can look like a drawing of a three years old kid and all that'll really matter is the signature." I snapped, throwing my thoughts onto that poor stranger that chose to trigger the bad side of me.

He was taken aback, looking confused now, "Do you even like museums?"

I wanted to say no straight away but restrained myself, thinking deeper. "I like the idea of it."