CHUNK

Graphology

Sometimes I write like my mother, big feminine loops and curves. Sometimes I write like my father, hurried and distracted, scrunched together and all in capitals. An entire paragraph that’s urgent urgent urgent.  My handwriting has a changeability, unconsciously I cycle through small letters, big letters, cursive, print, right slant, left slant…  If I were a graphologist I’d say I was a chameleon, flexible of penmanship and perhaps of character? If I were a graphologist, studying my letters, I’d come to the dramatic conclusion that I didn’t know what I wanted to be, that I was clueless to the type of person I am, that I never ever take a stand but hover in middle.  If I were a graphologist I’d recommend some therapy, perhaps some focused group mediation?  A firm self-evaluation at least! My handwriting still refuses to find itself, flexing different muscles each time I put pen to paper.  If I were a graphologist…but I’m not.  Thank god for that.