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I’m A Respectable Adult Who Colors And I Don’t Give A Damn Who Knows It

I'm A Respectable Adult Who Colors And I Don't Give A Damn Who Knows It

A few months ago, I was facing a huge deadline at work all while studying for my PMP exam the next week. Facing the impending doom and the worst Sunday Scaries of my life, I did what any normal person would do. I went to Target.

The beautiful evil of Target is that you can enter with zero intentions and leave with a full shopping cart and an empty wallet. All I knew was that anything was better than work or studying for that dreadful exam, so I perused the aisles looking for a distraction. I bought some new fancy trash can for my apartment that has since already broken, but I needed more. I went to the craft section to see if they had any frames for the new print that I wanted to hang in the living room, and then I discovered the best thing ever…coloring books.

Some people look down upon adults coloring (yeah, I’m calling you out, Will deFries), but it’s one of the most stress relieving activities I have ever participated in. Happy hours turn into hangovers, 18 holes turns into back pain, and Netflix-binging turns into dry eyes and way too many snacks. Coloring turns into stress relief and a final product that can become art if you have real talent.

Coloring is addicting and dangerous, but I like to live on the edge. I will sit down at the table and soon 15 minutes turns into an hour or two. If I have the Scaries, I color with sad colors. If I’m pissed off, I break out the angry colors. When I’m loving life, out come all of the vivid happy colors. I can relax my brain while still using my brain at the same time. I use the left side of my brain 50-60 hours a week at work, so sometimes I need to sit down and use the right side of my brain every once in a while. I may not be a doctor but it seems like it’s a healthy idea to use both sides of the brain.

I suck at everything art-related. Painting? Kindergartners have me beat. Drawing? Michael J. Fox can draw better than me. Sculpting? I can’t even make a snowball. Coloring lets me take someone else’s art and make it great. A black and white outline of a mandala? Let me give it some light blue flavor. I’ll turn a black and white butterfly into the most exuberant winged creature you have ever seen. Don’t even get me started on what I can do with a flower.

I may be a grown man, but I love coloring. The haters will never stop me.

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Delph

Just a big dude from Virginia who loves Dale Earnhardt, guns, and eating red meat.

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