K?

Why have I been so obsessed with the letter “K”?

The letter “K” has dominated my 2D world ever since the first day I could pick up a pencil. Mom and sister, still to this day, discuss my tagging the letter K everywhere. They joke, as if a trail to find me would be to follow the K’s. Yes indeed I’ve strategically placed K’s everywhere I possibly could. Maybe I felt tied to the letter K as a symbol of my dominance. Claiming my territory like a dog would with his urination? Did the K say something about my relation with the world? Did I draw the K, because it was easier to draw than my face?

It’s hard to say why I composed a tight relation with that letter. Yes K is indeed the first letter of my name... I wonder if my obsession to draw it was a foretelling of my obsession with myself. Insecure, shy, outgoing, egomaniac… whichever way you like it, I have been obsessed with myself. This reasoning, however, seems to be lacking validity.

Maybe it was less about a mere obsession with myself as it was a foretelling of my obsessive nature in general. Two minutes before writing this sentence I was quoted in my design class as saying, “don’t ever underestimate my ability to overdo something.” I was explaining to them my gum addiction. One girl asked, “Doesn’t your jaw hurt? Doesn’t that make you stop?” “YES!” I replied, "You would think it would make me stop! But i keep thinking next time it will be different"