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I know i'm bad at drawing. But I didn't know i'm worse than lousy till very recently.
Had a potluck session at a friend's house and was doodling something for my friends to guess.
Picture in mind: a crown.
I told them gleefully: "This is very easy to guess!!"
Or so i thought.
After their first bout of laughter at my rather obscene drawing of a baguette, i was determined to prove them that i wasn't an entirely hopeless case.
I was determined to prove to them that i could draw simple things, like a crown, even though the simple drawing of a baguette turned out to be a misadventure.
"Can't you guess it?!?!" I was getting anxious to prove my point.
Nobody managed to guess it. And the most horrible thing happened: A friend revealed the subconcious Dali streak brewing in me.
A crown, to him, appeared to be like an anatomy. And not just any. My doodle, to him, was a warped representation of an anatomy.
I was aghast. Totally.
But what could i say? Let's just put it this way: He who sees chooses what he wants to see.
And that's how sausages, water-melons and papayas have their names defamed.