remember that game we used to play as little kids? it was called “what’s wrong with this picture”. you would look at the picture and point out all the things out of place in the picture, say, a mitten on a boy’s head or a clock with no hands… or other silly things like that.

i wonder who created that game. i think it caused me psychological damage.

these days i play that game on everything i see. everything i do and everyone i know. “what’s wrong with this picture?” i always ask. rarely “what is right with this picture?” or “what do i like about this picture?” it’s always “what is wrong with this picture?”. i blame this solely on that game.

perhaps they should have made the game name a little more positive. afterall, the word wrong has such bad connotations.

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i know, i’ll go on a crusade. like those moms against drugs [MAD] and whatevers. i’ll be CSAWWWTP. college students against whats wrong with this picture. our sub-title would be “because it has messed us up as growing kids” or something like that. YEAH.

i’m going on a crusade. wish me luck!