I cannot draw a straight line with a ruler.
I wish I was kidding. Pictionary? Not my game.
I tried taking art classes because my dad is a brilliant artist, and naturally, I got my mom’s skills when it comes to anything even remotely close to art. When I was in 4th grade, we had to do a drawing to illustrate the parts of an ear. I couldn’t even trace it properly. As in, the picture was there, in great detail in my book and I couldn’t trace it to save my life.
So my dad saved my grade by
doing it helping me.
In 8th grade, we were reading the Hobbit and we had an assignment to illustrate a scene. Excuse me, but isn’t this English class? Can’t I just write about it? No, I have to draw something? OK, sure.
Superdad to the rescue!
Of course, because my dad worked on the drawing late at night, with a cigarette permanently attached to his lips, my notebooks smelled like smoke. The next day, when I opened my backpack in English class, my teacher approaced me and asked me if I was smoking cigarettes.
“N–no. My parents smoke and, and, my dad borrowed my notebook.”
So now there’s this game that everyone is playing. The premise is to draw something and have your friends guess what the word is.
No. I will play Words with Friends until I’m dreaming about it (May or may not have happened) but any game that requires me to actually draw and do it on my tiny iPod screen?
I have enough confidence issues. The last thing I need is a game that is designed to make me feel like a failure.
No, you guys go on and get your drawings on. Also, don’t invite me to any game nights that consist purely of games that require me to draw and/or mold something out of clay.
You know what I’ll do if I’m at a game night with Pictionary as the main game?
That’s the extent of my artistic ability because if my hand happens to shake, or I get a crooked picture, I might still be able to make something of it.