Don't Be Obsessed With Truth, Instead, Make It A Fundamental Part Of Your Existence. Plain And Ordinary. Truth Requires No Embellishments.

If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.

Mark Twain

Water Carrier. Rapidograph pen and India ink on drawing paper.

Signed, December 25, 1980.

A worthy, interesting and exciting life is not determined by how well you tweet, write, relay, draw, paint your stories or how well someone writes about or illustrates it. It is determined by how honest you are. Honesty makes ordinary things extraordinary. No highfalutin word may describe the simple joy and excitement of being. You try too much and your life sounds like a cheap fiction novelette or a cheesy boring blog post. The only people who will read it and leave positive comments are your sycophantic self-serving audience or boring people with greasy hair who sit in front of computers all day and pretend to be someone else.

Ever noticed that perverted and depraved men and women who are accused of sexual harassment for the first time and deny it, keep on fending off stories and similar allegations with lies? Likewise with those who take advantage of others. It is their reputation.

You, know, truth is just like that. It is a pattern. You live a good and moral life and chances are, other people are likely to repeat stories of goodwill, honorable deeds, appreciation and admiration of you. They keep popping up. They will be ordinary stories because there is nothing complicated about truth, though plain, simple and ordinary, they are perfervid. It is their integrity.

In my many years of blogging I have met many extraordinary bloggers with ordinary tales of courage, perseverance, struggles, fun and adventure. Bloggers write about these special people. I have also met many autobiographical liars and trumpet blowers.

What does this post have to do with my drawing? A lot and nothing. I did this drawing thirty one years ago, on December 25, 1980. My sister preserved it. Unfortunately I don't have a scanner handy, so I took a macro shot. I was then a student of speech pathology. One of my sisters told me, in a scolding way, to make something of my nursing degree instead of studying new fields. At that time, I had already spent seven years in college. I was working full time as a speech therapist for children diagnosed with cerebral palsy and autism. I remember what I enjoyed the most though; being a Girl Scout troop leader of disabled scouts, drawing, painting and making town models. Thirty one years ago. Not much has changed it seems. I still have a specialized licensed professional career but devote my time on extraneous activities like squiggling, painting...

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