You know what really makes me regret taking up drawing? My mother's persistent attempts to convince me of shoving it into everyone's faces. The lady whose replacement I am at work had some pictures up, something really silly like animals and cartoons, so now that that desk is mine I was told I can put anything I like instead. I brought home frames, so I can print out some art of stuff I like that looks good in black and white. My mom, nosy as she is, found out, and just gave me a lecture how I should print out my own art and put it on the wall there so I can brag about it. I don't want to. I don't want to spend my days cringing at my old art, noticing all the mistakes I never saw before.