Tod’s away and I seem to be alternating between crazy thoughts and productive actions. Today I combined the two to create some sketches of the crazy thoughts, personified.
This ratty goblin plagues me at night if I leave the closet open. He bites, gives me nightmares, and settles bad fashion sense on me while I sleep. He’s only been with me for the past decade, but there have been scary things in the closet since I was ten or eleven.
These are the cancerous cells that I am sure lie in wait for me. They don’t take up much of my time now, but once in a while when I am feeling unwell they swim around in my consciousness. Who knows when I met them? They aren’t saying.
This little fucker gets in my way all the time, making me trip, stumble and flail. Thanks to her, I’ve no grace and I’m all scabby knees. She stopped me from pursuing movement arts for four decades. She’s been in my life since I was three.
The dungeon master is powerful; some people call him “the Universe.” He looks chill, but bears dangerous and malevolent gifts. He always gives me what I wish for, literally, and with any devious twists he can devise. I met him when I was a teenager playing RPGs. I hate him a lot so rarely make wishes.
This ogre whispers to me that none of the people I know actually like me – and certainly none of them love me. Friends only use me for whatever talents, skills, and resources I have. Sometimes they are deliberately and cruelly testing me to see how I react to challenges. I met this monster when my family moved and I started at a new school when I was nine.
