The other day someone gave me a box of jalebis.
Conversation brings out the sense of humor in you.Anteater
Something that pacificleo would say.
By now everyone knows that the anteater is my imaginary friend.
With a friend like him, do I even need a shrink?
Over the past few years, we’ve moved cities, homes, neighborhoods quite frequently. Every new house needs a new social life, but before we’ve been able to settle down to do that, we’ve moved again. Here are some drawings from a couple of years ago when we had just moved to yet another new house.
[It’s been so long since I made any friends that I’ve forgotten what one does with them…until I read this book with Orin yesterday: Let’s be enemies by Maurice Sendak. Friends do things together – like playing and birthday cakes and making sand castles.]
[I wonder what activities a solitary person like me will do with a friend? Work? Draw? Eat. Talk. Cook. Watch a movie? I need to do more things. I need to make new friends.]
“She always believes the solution lies outside herself. Tsk.”Anteater
[Soo: Do you think I’ll ever achieve anything in my life?
Anteater: Hmm. Why don’t you? Why doesn’t everybody?]
[Anteater: She doesn’t remember me when she’s happy – but it doesn’t matter. I’m happy loving her with no expectations.
Soo: Aww…I’ve just been working hard, that’s all.]
Most of you know that the anteater suddenly landed up in my sketchbook way back in 2009. I like to think that he is the representation of all my absent friends, and for me, drawing a conversation with him is like getting a hug!
Here’s one from a Monday:
[Anteater: What are you up to?
Soo: I’m being exasperated.
Anteater: Aha. I’m being zen.]
His smugness kills me. And here’s another one (drawn for you, pacificleo!)
[Soo: I’m waiting for you to talk to me…