Despite the fact that I usually hate it when complete strangers continuously hassle me on the bus, I guess I should be appreciative of the fact that I’m able to use this experience for a blog post!
Before I get into what happened on the bus, let me give you a little backstory. For a long time now, people have been really…curious about my fingers. You see, I wasn’t taught how to hold my writing utensils “properly”. By the time my fifth grade art teacher came along and tried to force me to do so by smacking my hands with a ruler (YEAH, I DIDN’T FORGET, HUMBERT!), it was too late. Her excruciatingly public displays of discipline frequently gained an audience. My peers would watch me like a hawk just to catch a glimpse of my unorthodox writing style. Well, turns out the way I hold my pencils wasn’t the only thing they caught wind of…

