I thought I was entering the infamous glowing stage of pregnancy this morning as I applied make-up and got dressed for the office Christmas lunch later today. But that only lasted until I had to brush my teeth, which caused me to gag and throw up a little.
I wanted to show you these unexplainable sketches of mine to see if any of you have any idea why I would draw endless legs, shoes and pretty (if somewhat cloned) faces on any piece of paper I have at hand. Especially while talking on the phone.
Once, a very long time ago, I read a fascinating article about doodles and what they actually mean about your personality and your deepest thoughts. No idea if any of it had any significant psychiatric reason behind, or it was just a silly story; but they used some doodles of the famous people in history; such as Hitler and Stalin, as well as some sketches done by serial killers. And the article claimed that a specialist, looking at those doodles, could see certain disturbing patterns and determine what problems one might have, so to speak. Lying deep inside.
Unfortunately, I did not save the article, neither do I remember them mentioning any parts of human bodies, such as women’s legs in shoes. So I have no idea. I know I am not a serial killer or a dictator as my doodles are not anything similar to the ones I saw in that article. So, at least, that is a good news.