"My mum told me once about this crazy kid she worked with. He was a completely normal kid until he was nine, when his dad died. And even though obviously a lot of nine-year-olds have had a lot of dead fathers and most of the time the kids don't go crazy, I guess this kid was an exception.
So what he did was took a pencil and one of those steel compass things, and he started drawing circles onto a piece of paper. All the circles exactly two inches in diameter. And he would draw the circles until the entire piece of paper was completely black, and then he would get another piece of paper and draw more circles, and he did this every day, all day, and didn't pay attention in school and drew circles all over all of his tests and shit.
My mum said that the kid's problem was that he had created a routine to cope with his loss, only the routine became disruptive. So anyway, then my mum made him cry about his dad or whatever and the kid stopped drawing circles and presumably lived happily ever after.
But I think about the circles kid sometimes, because I can sort of understand him. I always like routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo, but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity."-Paper Towns, by John Green.
I like this quote...it's kind of creepy, intriguing and comforting at the same time. At least we're not mad enough to draw that many circles.
Hope all is well for you guys,
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