Day 13: Friday the 13th

It's been 13 days since I started writing exclusively in crayon. I predicted more of a drastic change than it's turned out to be. It’s made me frightfully aware of how little writing I do by hand. Also, it’s forced me to work more with e-calendars, electronic notepads, etc. And you wouldn’t believe how far crayons have come since we were kids (reformulated, repackaged with hard plastic holders to prevent breakage, etc.).  


The rule is not to tell anyone why I'm writing in crayon…until they ask. So far, not very many people have asked. Part of me is hoping it’ll take a good six months for people to catch on. The other part of me is a bit surprised no one has really asked about it. Case in point: I pulled out my crayons today at a meeting. It got several strange looks, but no comments. Does this mean I’m seen as some crackpot normally capable of breaking out a crayon box? This is both flattering and insulting. 


All kidding aside, I’m concerned with the future of handwriting. I fear it will be nearly obsolete in another 10 or 20 years, only to be practiced by the rich in pursuit of esoteric ways to waste time. 

Think you might be stressed out but not sure? Pick up a crayon and find out. A stressed out adult hand exerts a little too much pressure, causing the crayon to break.