On Switching Personalities

and being tired

I spent all day yesterday writing/drawing something along the lines of a listicle that I was planning to post here today, but it wasn’t any good. Listicles are always a tough form for me, as are all the humorous forms. They feel antiquated, somehow, like when Chekhov tried to write a short comedic play. Chekhov’s comedic plays are rigid, inscrutable, embarrassing.

The bad thing I am not posting today was about a preschool parent (aka mom) group chat. It was, first, not nearly fictional enough, second, too mean, and, third, revealed my own naked insecurities in a way that would likely cause people to detest and email me. To be fair, I was very tired yesterday. I hope you were lucky enough to find childcare, if you needed/wanted it.

I’ll probably rework my comedic group chat piece. When inspiration is absent, editing will do. Meanwhile, I’ve boiled the vibe down to these two drawings, the first of which is taken pretty much verbatim from life.

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