Oh my G, it’s October already? You guys! It’s been a month now. It’s theeeeeeeeee Back to School Special here at Jordibald! (gluten free but fun-full). So, how was your first day at school ? Tell me… Got all your friends and that hot ginger girl you spotted last year in class? Or did you just end up with all the emo and sexually confused boys of senior high ? Anyway, let’s hope your mama bought you the right snack (i.e kinder bueno) and helped you with your homeworks this summer. Pack your bags chicos, and get ready to step into the Jordibald bus for the coolest ride of your life ! Drugs allowed and seat belts unfastened please.

How hard is it, seriously ? To trade summer and its sunlight with shitty teachers ordering you all day. And you can’t even escape the long boring classes by looking at the window : it’s raining outside. Not the best view of your life, right ? Don’t worry cos’ you’ll be working soon for brilliant companies and this dark routine will be far away from you starting the day you finish school. Who am I kidding, things will get even worse. Why ? You will probably become the slave of a company that destroys the world’s resources Greta is fighting for and your boss (who will obviously have a lessen academic background) will be ordering you all day for a salary you didn’t accept that won’t give you the chance to do all you wanna do. It’s a harsh world out there. So in the meantime, find yourself some nice hobbies to help you survive in our evil capitalist society. Drugs allowed too.

Just like I did. That’s right losers, drawing made school time so much more interesting. Laughing and skipping classes helped a lot too but I must say sketching enabled me to escape the daily reality composed of boring lectures and ugly teachers. I actually started to draw before to write way earlier. I guess writing needs a bit more focus than picturing naked women over my board lolz. To think some people thought my sexuality influenced my art (big lolz)… I remember young Jordi using his pen on every support he could find : tables, notebooks, pencil cases, people’s backs… The whole world belonged to my pencil, just like a dog pees to mark its territory. Sorry about the unclassy comparison, but God knows I ain’t no Michael Angelo, right amigo.

You may not realize how much I would draw back then. Mostly women, beautiful ones. Did I see myself in them ? Or did I want to be like them as a sexually confused little boy? Maybe… I have kept tons of sketches through time and it makes me so happy to look at them. I remember my dad suggesting me to take art classes to improve myself (real ones, not the shitty ones you have at every school). But I would always decline the offer. Young Jordi did know how to say no compared to me now (lolz). Keeping it as a hobby was maybe a way for me to draw my personal reality, imperfect and unpredictable. It is so much funnier to draw a little point and end up tagging all over the table, right ?

But once school was finished, I would not draw as much. Sure, rushing to eat junk food took me a lot of my after-school-time, but I rarely drew at home. Was I just not bored enough or did my precious ass appreciate the attention I got in school ? My drawings had never been published in the school gazette for sure but you know how doing something unexpected somewhere attracts the eye. And now it’s even worse, I draw every leap year. Why is that ? I know you can’t answer that but you may have lived something similar. Is a hobby always given or is it just associated to a specific context and state of mind ? As we grow up, do our passions evolve too ? Funny that I hardly write in public now but always at home sipping my homemade manzana next to Dibald’. But who knows whether I eventually get tired of writing and drop it for pottery some day. Stay tuned cos’ I guarantee you will be invited to my sculptures exhibit 5 years from now. In your face Michael Angelo.

Luckily for me, I managed to keep other hobby at home, if you know what I mean ;). You guys ! I was talking about cooking, not s.e.x ! We’re on the school bus now I would never dare, you silly. You’re so cocky Susie.

But remember the lesson : show me your hobby and I tell you what you do au lit.

Class dismissed !

Jordan

Easy-going 27 year-old bitch.