I am sure that the forced conventions of organizations can be awkward for all of us. I mean, we don’t do this at the bar. Like ask people to shout out their name, position and what kind of bodily fluid they would be. It only happens in our workplace, shielded by our uncomfortable clothes and the flawed notion that there’s a reason for every meeting that we have.
7/30/20 Update: This is my 21st comic ever! My style has changed so much since then! Welcome to my page! Click here for the latest! I have been drawing for over a year since this comic! Enjoy :) This comic is a callback to an earlier one. There really isn’t much up there.
How did I survive so far, you ask? We may have to ask my smartphone, computers or therapists about that. Life with a rich inner monologue and imagination has been both a blessing and a curse, but it definitely led to a major breakthrough in my life: I am content with myself, by myself. So I am not afraid of loneliness as some might be.
I’m a hypocrite for sure. I don’t know why I have never been invested in sports. My mom, dad some of my siblings really seem into it. I mean, there’s got to be something to them, so many people around the world embrace other people’s athleticism as if it was their own life goal! It’s one of those things I could never even fake.
I may have concentration problems. I am so glad I escaped the Ritalin wave, because how would my imagination cloud look like? Probably all sharp and edgy. Nothing wrong with psychotropics, it's just that uppers in my childhood is very likely not what I needed!