Picture Perfect.

You print off the perfect coloring page. You buy the perfect colored pencils. You color slowly to ensure that your picture is truly perfect. Others come and go, admiring or despising, coloring with you and leaving a bit of themselves on your page. Some begin to color with you and then realize they do not enjoy your picture; they're not careful and they color outside the lines in their rush to move on. Some have unsteady hands and they make mistakes, but they're trying their absolute hardest... Then there are those who buy ugly-colored markers and they scribble all over your perfect picture. You don't know their intentions, you only know your picture, the picture on which you have worked endlessly, now sucks. You try to erase that which they left, but marker doesn't work that way. You use white out, but you will always see where they ruined your picture; your picture will never be the same. Your picture will never again be the perfection you sought or imagined. You try to forgive those anti-artists. Those kinds of people will never have pretty pictures of their own, and they will have left nothing beautiful on the pages of others. What will they have at the end of the day, besides their ugly markers? You then have a simple choice: you can become bitter and go buy an ugly marker for yourself, or you can buy a package of pretty colored pencils for every person you know with an ugly marker. The latter will be more expensive and they might throw the colored pencils in your face, but the choice is up to you.