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Ever since I’ve been in elementary school, I’ve always had the habit of writing on my hands or arms. My hands and arms became my notebook/daytimer. I managed to organize tasks and post-it notes in a way that only I could understand.

Is this a bad thing? I’ve had many people tell me that it’s a habit I should stop because the ink could leak into my pores then into my blood stream and then BAM! Poisoning of some sort. Eh, maybe it’s all nonsense or maybe it’s something I should check up on.

One night, a couple of years ago when I was still in post-secondary schooling, I wrote a note on my hand in red ink before going to bed. During my first class, my friend beside me asked me what was on my face. I took out a compact mirror and lone behold I had that red-inked writing on my cheek. I must have placed my hand under my face in such a way that the ink must have imprinted itself to, well, my face.

It honestly took me a long time to wash that message off my cheek.

My friend suggested that maybe I should stop using my hands as my own personal notepad. I agreed.

So naturally, what did I do to help remind myself not to write on my hands? I wrote myself a goddamn note on my hand, “do NOT write on hand”.

The next morning that note found its way on my face, just like the last note.

Seriously, folks. what.the.hell.

Two years later I’m still writing notes on my hand and I still manage to get the occasional weird note stuck to my face. At this rate, I’ll be a 70 year old woman with “find dentures” embossed to my forehead.