Musings of a Doodle Lover

Doodling is something which I love to do. In fact I can almost call it a pastime of my unconscious mind. Be it during a lecture in the classroom, or when I am having casual conversations over phone (sometimes even face-to-face too), my fingers involuntarily reach for the nearest writing equipment, regardless of whether there is a processed papyrus or not within my arm’s reach, my fingers (or mind), through its own volition begin drawing unintelligible patterns. Even if there is no pen or pencil nearby, I would doodle using one of my fingers.

This has been my childhood habit, ever since I discovered my talent in drawing. My school rough books are filled with a variety of doodles and squiggles in every inch of space that is not used for anything else. Well, at some point of my high school life, I was addicted to drawing eyes especially the anime styled ones, and that too only the left eye. So most of my books were eye-catching!
Even the back pages of my class-work books contained scribbles.

The reason why I love to doodle is kind of vague. I enjoy it for it gives some mindless occupation. I don’t like sitting still. I may also like it because it brings out the non-verbal creativity in me. Sometimes, looking at my doodles, I feel I can try a hand at graphing designing or such like. Then the next minute I snap out of it thinking that there is no way that I can be a constant producer of designs; it is somewhat exhausting, mentally. Another reason is that I doodle to keep my mind off things. I think this is the most important one.

I wonder what a psychologist would infer from my doodles. It is a proven fact that a person’s way of thinking, mood, desires and personality is revealed by his handwriting, sketches and the patterns he recognizes. So it would be interesting to know what my squiggles will have to say about me.