I kept doing cursive into adulthood but eventually the futility of life and the pointlessness of existence made me stop caring and I switched to godawful illegible printing that looks more like stick figures than written language.
Funny, I went from cursive to print script for the opposite reason. Once I started university, I realized I need to write fast and be able to read it back.
Oddly, my handwriting is converging on something that resembles cursive. Not using the hand-cramping painstaking bullshit methods that were beaten into us during grade school, but with fluid movements that those misguided curricula were likely attempting to emulate.
I’m 42 and the only thing I write in cursive is my signature.
I kept doing cursive into adulthood but eventually the futility of life and the pointlessness of existence made me stop caring and I switched to godawful illegible printing that looks more like stick figures than written language.
Funny, I went from cursive to print script for the opposite reason. Once I started university, I realized I need to write fast and be able to read it back.
‘Cursive’ is a very generous description of the scribble that has become my signature…
Oddly, my handwriting is converging on something that resembles cursive. Not using the hand-cramping painstaking bullshit methods that were beaten into us during grade school, but with fluid movements that those misguided curricula were likely attempting to emulate.