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Looking like Writing

In The Liar's Dictionary, the author talks about how people can come to resemble their hand-writing:

I’ve heard people say that dog owners often look like their pets, or the pets look like their owners. In many ways David Swansby looked like his handwriting: ludicrously tall, neat, squared off at the edges. Like my handwriting, I was aware that I often looked as though I needed to be tidied away, or ironed, possibly autoclaved. By the time afternoon tugged itself around the clock, both handwriting and I degrade into a big rumpled bundle.

That definitely holds true for me - not so much in the actual shape and form of my writing but more so in its overall affect to whoever is trying to read it (or trying to build a working relationship with me). There is a overall sense of order, clarity and tidiness to my writing specially when looking at it at a glance without trying to actually read anything. 

But upon closer inspection, there are more aberrations that one can count. The letters and words are only directionally what one would expect them to be. "Is that an L or a J?" would be the kind of confusion the reader would encounter as soon as they try to read it. That is likely what is it to get to know me as well - easy at first because there is nothing dramatic, stressful or complicated about having a conversation with me. I have been told many times, I am very easy to work with. So that's all positive but that's probably where it ends. After that point its the equivalent of "Is that an L or a J?" 

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