She scoffs “just fucking do it, stop rationalizing.”

She’s right. I get distracted by the need to argument. Like now “some people just want to know there’s a person behind that wall of text.”

I deflect “Some don’t.”

Arching the edges of her mouth like a wild cat prowling, my friend retorts “Why do you care? You’re not forcing them to read and we both know you’re not an egomaniac.”

I’d say Maybe I am, but in the end, she’s right. If it saves a pedantic, conceited speech every time someone ponders why I am who I am, let’s sum it up on a page and skip the explanations.

So I made a Me? page for the benefit of absolutely no one.

Oh and these are my latest doodles worth posting, studies of various intent, and I feel like I’m taking a small step forward with every sketch. But I’ve been wrong before.

"Breathing distance"

Gia, street stance study

Quicksketch on chatroulette