Explain Why I Hate Crayons

I hate crayons. For as long as I can remember, crayons have been my arch nemesis in the drawing world. From the tender young age of six, I thought crayons were awful. Waxy coloring sticks that gave lumpy, bumpy lines and left your hands smelling a bit like meat. They never allowed for even coverage and I could never stay between the lines. Along with that, a used crayon could never look the same or be as perfect as a new crayon. Even using the provided sharpener wouldn’t help with that. It would just shave off bits until the paper covering was hit, and that started peeling off too. And I was left with an unsightly, flawed crayon. Short. Blunt. Defective.

11 years later and I still take issue with crayons, particularly because they represent everything that’s wrong in my world. To me, they represent imperfection, and in my world that is unacceptable.

My parents, being the typical asian parents they were, demanded that I strive for perfection. Every time I came home with a test that was a 98% they always asked me why I didn’t get 100. From kindergarten through high school, this has followed me through the years. I’ve even gotten grounded before for a month because I didn’t get first chair for my chair auditions in orchestra. According to my parents, fifth chair was simply not good enough and I had to work to be better. I learned from an early age that I must live by the words “I achieve, therefore I