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On Saturday I went to the library and then to that pub by the beach that I like, and scribbled these in between. I was sitting by myself gluing them into to my sketchbook, next to a table of teenage girls, and one of them asked me if I was a tattoo artist (I wish I was that good, lol) because she really liked the orange eye and wants something like that as a tattoo. So I offered to draw her a better one because I did this one in 2 mins while waiting for an uber and it's pretty bad.

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that when I gave the drawing back to her, she asked me to take a picture of her and her friends, which I did. But then they all clustered around the phone with deadly serous faces and decided none of them looked good enough, so they asked me to take a few more, which of course I did, and gave the phone back and they clustered around it again. I go back to drawing my weird shit, vaguely listening to their conversation, and I just hear this shriek of 'Kirsty noooo, you can't put that on your Instagram story!'

It sounds funny when I say it like that, but there was this real edge of desperation in her voice that broke my heart a little,because I can't imagine having to go through being a teenage girl AND having to curate your own image on social media at the same time. I just, like, DEEPLY remembered how it felt to be a shy dorky awkward unpopular socially clueless kid...if I had to do that and then ALSO people were mean to me on the internet, idk if I would have survived, honestly.

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On Saturday I went to the library and then to that pub by the beach that I like, and scribbled these in between. I was sitting by myself gluing them into to my sketchbook, next to a table of teenage girls, and one of them asked me if I was a tattoo artist (I wish I was that good, lol) because she really liked the orange eye and wants something like that as a tattoo. So I offered to draw her a better one because I did this one in 2 mins while waiting for an uber and it's pretty bad.

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that when I gave the drawing back to her, she asked me to take a picture of her and her friends, which I did. But then they all clustered around the phone with deadly serous faces and decided none of them looked good enough, so they asked me to take a few more, which of course I did, and gave the phone back and they clustered around it again. I go back to drawing my weird shit, vaguely listening to their conversation, and I just hear this shriek of 'Kirsty noooo, you can't put that on your Instagram story!'

It sounds funny when I say it like that, but there was this real edge of desperation in her voice that broke my heart a little,because I can't imagine having to go through being a teenage girl AND having to curate your own image on social media at the same time. I just, like, DEEPLY remembered how it felt to be a shy dorky awkward unpopular socially clueless kid...if I had to do that and then ALSO people were mean to me on the internet, idk if I would have survived, honestly.