Being a [wannabe] artist and OCD is a weird dichotomy.
I am messy. My apartment has crap everywhere. But I need things to be straight[ish] at work. And I won't sell a piece that's not perfect.
And the trypophobia thing, which makes no sense to anyone. "Fear of holes." Why is that even a thing?? My p. doc says it's evolutionary. Frogs and stuff that were poisonous had circular patterns or something, so according to him I'd survive in the Amazon. He actually said that.
Uh, yay me?
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
mentality
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i'm weird,
tryphobia,
welcome to my life
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