The Gullibility of the Standard Dru

'Oh, come on! Show us!'

That's what I heard a few hours ago when I told my own version of the Dursleys that I'd started a new painting.

I wanted to wait to show them my first attempt at a portrait (and in a much different style than what I usually do).

But they sounded so genuinely enthusiastic... I caved and e-mailed them a photo of my current painting project.

You see, I want to believe in goodness, positivity, and decency. And that's when I'm a gullible idiot.

Oh, I'm not going to pretend that I'm about to create a Rembrandt (I wish!), but it doesn't look like a made-in-a-drunken-stupor-inside-a-dark-cave Picasso (on a bad day) either.

Then, it was a real festival:

- It looks nothing like him. 

Yeaaa! Except that I didn't tell you who it was supposed to be, and you've just mentioned his name, so...

- Did you use that trick of yours to draw the portrait? 

Yes, I did.
The thing is, I can draw (no Leonardo here, but I can produce something decent; all the more since this is for fun and I'm not pretending to be a genius), but when I want to be quick... Yep, I came up with a trick. A trick that I told the Dursleys about because I was happy with this trick (and I've since discovered that some pros have something slightly similar, so... So there!). Biiiiiiiiiiig mistake, because now I'm even more a clumsy, ungifted amateur in their heads, and 'Ahahah! Dru's so funny thinking that she's any good, whilst she's only using a stupid trick'.

Oh, and the best:

-Well, it's not finished <insert pregnant pause here>, but he is.

Of course, I had to be reminded of my role-model and hero's death in such a callous way.

Could you twist that blade to your right, please? I think you haven't sliced all of my heart.

I know my voice turned icy, and my DNA-related, cowardly bullies felt bad - for not having the guts to push their little game any further.

Then, they started talking about my birthday. Did they want to know fluffy things about it? Nope. They just wanted to know who, amongst my friends, had forgotten to mention it!
The thing is, there's my legal birthday, which is nice, but not that important on my calendar, and there's... my chosen birthday. You can bet the Muggles don't know about that one!

So, you see, I still cave from time to time because I'd like it to be true that people change, but I'm beginning to think that I should stick to my gun (i.e.: People do not change, improve or become nicer).

When the painting's done, you'll get to see it. My Dursleys? Definitely... Yes... When pigs fly.