Wreck This Journal Fill This Page With Circles

Okay, let's talk circles. You know, the kind staring back at you from a certain, shall we say, adventurous journal. The instruction? "Fill this page with circles."

I've got a confession. Maybe it's a weird one. Prepare yourselves...

I... I kind of hate that page.

There. I said it. Feel free to judge. I'll wait.

Everyone else seems to approach it with zen-like calm. "Oh, what a wonderful opportunity for artistic expression!" They gush. They use fancy compasses. They meticulously shade each circle. They achieve geometric perfection.

Me? My circles look like they were drawn by a caffeinated squirrel during an earthquake.

And that's the problem! It’s supposed to be Wreck This Journal, not Achieve Impeccable Circle Art.

I mean, the book's whole vibe is chaos. Controlled chaos, sure, but still chaos. You're encouraged to spill coffee on things. To rip pages. To smear mud. To, you know, wreck stuff.

Then BAM! Circles. It’s like a pop quiz on your third-grade geometry skills. Suddenly, I'm channeling my inner perfectionist. And I don't want to channel my inner perfectionist. She stresses me out.

I start with one circle. It's okay. A little wobbly, but acceptable. Then I try another. Slightly bigger. Also slightly more misshapen. By the third circle, I'm sweating. The page mocks me. "Is that the best you've got?" it seems to whisper.

Before you know it, I’m armed with rulers and protractors. I’m googling "perfect circle tutorial." I'm contemplating buying one of those fancy circular cutters. All in the name of… wrecking a journal? The irony is thick enough to spread on toast.

Maybe I'm missing the point. Maybe the wrecking part is supposed to be the mental breakdown you experience trying to draw decent circles. Is that it? Is Keri Smith a secret sadist?

I suspect not. She probably just threw in a random instruction to mess with us. And it's working!

The other pages? Love them. "Poke holes through this page." Done. "Drop this journal from a high place." Gladly! "Cover this page in dirt." Consider it a spa day.

But those circles… those cursed circles…

I’ve considered alternative approaches. Maybe I should just scribble a big, messy spiral and declare victory. Perhaps I could glue a bunch of coins to the page. Or, hear me out, paste pictures of famous circles like the moon or donuts.

The possibilities are endless! Except they all require me to think about circles. Which, frankly, I'm tired of doing.

So, yeah. I’m not a circle enthusiast. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate a good pie. I enjoy the shape of the sun. I just don't want to be forced to replicate them perfectly in my book of destruction.

Anyone else feel my pain? Or am I the only one driven to madness by a seemingly innocent request to "Fill this page with circles?"

Maybe I'll just skip that page. You know, wreck it by ignoring it completely. That's wrecking, right?

I'll be over here, happily spilling tea on the next page. Less stressful.

P.S. If you do love the circle page, please don't tell me. I'm trying to maintain my carefully constructed facade of circle-related disdain.