My #Inktober2018 Day 5/31: “Chicken” Doodled Three Ways!
With Day 5/31 #intokber2018 prompt word “Chicken”, I had truthfully been pretty much stuck for the entire day … especially with trying to stick to the “something personal about myself”-theme I have been doing thus far … and at the end of a long day, I decided to “cheat” and drew three versions!
Image #1: “Doing The Chicken”
In my faintest of memories, I might have executed this dance move clumsily on some gosh-forsaken dance floor somewhere somewhen better left unremembered! Although wondering might now with my belly and eye-patch, it would look dubiously more ridiculous that anyone could imagine … Look, if I can’t laugh at myself, do you think I could endure others of me? LOL
*Actually, refer to my rationale for Image #3 below … :p
Image #2 “Chicken Hero”
Being born in the Year of the Rooster, “technically” it is a “chicken” still, right? And here I am trying to be the bestest of myself, most heroic-rooster/chicken I can be, but failing short of even my own expectations … but hey, we can still but dream the dream, can’t we? I (foolishly) sometimes do …
Image #3: “Being A Chicken”
I remember back in those salad days in secondary school in the fabulous 80s, once we were in later levels and boys started to wear long pants and going to afternoon class sessions - folks who don’t do the “dares” started by others, are labelled “chicken” (Pretty universal, this) … and I was the sort to go “Yeah, I’m a chicken, so?” - especially if there’s anything I think were f88k-stupid to do in the first place, innit? And while earlier on being constantly labelled “chicken”, folks gradually stopped bugging me, simply because it wasn’t “fun” to them anymore … would perhaps explain my loneliness in school then, innit? Not exactly fond memories, but neither that dire, I suspect …
Even now, I choose to follow the beat my own drums, and do whatever I choose to do, and not be intimidated (altho I was bullied once in school) or coerced into doing what the mindless masses do ... to do the bidding of others unto themselves? F88K that noise, innit? LOL … guess the “loneliness” continues, innit? Heh.
Image #1: “Doing The Chicken”
In my faintest of memories, I might have executed this dance move clumsily on some gosh-forsaken dance floor somewhere somewhen better left unremembered! Although wondering might now with my belly and eye-patch, it would look dubiously more ridiculous that anyone could imagine … Look, if I can’t laugh at myself, do you think I could endure others of me? LOL
*Actually, refer to my rationale for Image #3 below … :p
Image #2 “Chicken Hero”
Being born in the Year of the Rooster, “technically” it is a “chicken” still, right? And here I am trying to be the bestest of myself, most heroic-rooster/chicken I can be, but failing short of even my own expectations … but hey, we can still but dream the dream, can’t we? I (foolishly) sometimes do …
Image #3: “Being A Chicken”
I remember back in those salad days in secondary school in the fabulous 80s, once we were in later levels and boys started to wear long pants and going to afternoon class sessions - folks who don’t do the “dares” started by others, are labelled “chicken” (Pretty universal, this) … and I was the sort to go “Yeah, I’m a chicken, so?” - especially if there’s anything I think were f88k-stupid to do in the first place, innit? And while earlier on being constantly labelled “chicken”, folks gradually stopped bugging me, simply because it wasn’t “fun” to them anymore … would perhaps explain my loneliness in school then, innit? Not exactly fond memories, but neither that dire, I suspect …
Even now, I choose to follow the beat my own drums, and do whatever I choose to do, and not be intimidated (altho I was bullied once in school) or coerced into doing what the mindless masses do ... to do the bidding of others unto themselves? F88K that noise, innit? LOL … guess the “loneliness” continues, innit? Heh.
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