I owe a lot to doodling. It took me out of the blaring, fuzzy anxiety hole of school and let me focus on something else. I doodled so much that even later on in school, when I started having some classes that were great and engaging, my hands would just go on doodling simpler things that didn't take that much focus, like their default switch was stuck.
At least that's what I thought. It actually turned out that my hands were possessed by a demon tapir named Nicole, who was trying to cause mischief and get me in trouble because my great, great grandfather burned down the rainforest her and her family lived in when she was just a calf.
I unwittingly flushed her out last week when I did the cinnamon challenge with my sister. I was all like whaaaaaaaat
So here's to doodling! It's not just for when there's boring things trying to destroy you slowly over the course of 13 years anymore!
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