things i’m not very good at drawing

1. Maps. I am navigationally challenged.

2. A crowd. I don’t shout obscenities or strip naked in public (except once, when I had to), and I only sing shamelessly (see: terribly) in the (non)safety of my car. For these reasons, I remain relatively inconspicuous in my everyday life. Which I like. I aim for enough anonymity to secure me my solitude

3. Carriages, Horse-drawn. On account of I’m not a horse, I’m a human.

4. A bath. Too hot, too cold, too shallow, too full. I’m the goddamn Goldilocks of bathtubs.

5. Anything resembling anything. I fear any potential I may have once had in the realm of visual arts (particularly in regard to realistic renderings) has been traded to my sister in exchange for her forgiveness for that time I (accidentally, I swear) stabbed her in the shin with a shish-kabob skewer. Yeah, that happened.

6. My sword. Probably because I don’t actually have one.

7. Boundaries.