…I hate writing on paper.
My brain skips letters like I’m sentence mixing a YTP. My hands cramp after about 5 minutes of frantic writing, due to me having, UNDENIABLY, the worst pencil grip known to man (images attached below, I am willing to challenge ANYONE on this fact). If I were any less sane, there is no doubt in my mind that I would have bitten off my fingers by now for betraying me so.
“but… we are writing the word ‘what’…. W comes first….”
“YOU WILL WRITE H, AND YOU WILL ERASE IT. SUFFER BY YOUR OWN HAND.”
Colorized footage attached for proof. I made a new letter. I call it double H. It’s H, but you expel all the air in your lungs each time you pronounce it.
And pen… pen is my MORTAL enemy. If it isn’t Frixion, and I need to write more than 3 words, call it the Grinch because I’m not touching it with a 39.5 ft pole. I would rather eat toenails without any milk.
“ah, I’m so sorry, do you have a pencil I could borrow??”
no STACEY, pen does NOT work. I have the brain of a dog chasing a squirrel and the pencil grip of a goblin that bends my thumb at a 90° angle. I would rather drown in an actual fountain than use a fountain pen. I would rather have a gun pointed at my nonexistent balls than use a ballpoint pen.
Also, a message to any teacher who requires a blue or black ink pen: I hope your future generations fail you the way that your teaching failed me. I wish you a fraction of the hell my monkey hands go through trying to precisely write your horrid work, ultimately STILL getting it wrong. I hope you know torment, for I am well acquainted.
No clue if it’s an ADHD thing, autism thing, or just my silly little brain working too fast. But it is hell on earth. If I reach eternal torment downstairs and writing on a timed exam with pen is my torment? I would completely understand.
Here is my pencil grip. In my 21 years of life, I have never met someone with one worse than mine. I challenge this entire site to find anyone that holds their pencil worse than me. My parents bought fancy pencil grips to teach me to write correctly as a child, and I defied them like a self righteous baboon flinging poop at a wall. Now here is my punishment. My handwriting gets the job done, but in the absolute worst way possible. And it is agony.
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