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Well, I learned something… I can’t color.
I, a 22-year-old-adult-woman, cannot color.
I tried. I really did. I had one of those gorgeous adult coloring books opened up in front of me. Each page filled with beautiful arrangements of various flowers and leaves. That’s it. Nothing too scary. Just really pretty, and fairly simple, scenes of flowers.
There was only one problem- there was no color.
And, before you start thinking it, yes, I fully understand the point of a coloring book. I completely grasp the concept that each page is starchly black-and-white for the sole purpose that the possessor is supposed to add the color. Any color. All. The. Color.
THAT’S THE ISSUE!
