Am I an "Artist"!? Insights from the Snow Mountain Stopper Incident

Is being a klutz just a "talent" if you look at it from a different perspective?
This is my "artist story" that began with the snow mountain stopper incident.

When you hear the word "artist," don't you imagine someone special?
Someone with a rich sensibility and a unique worldview...

But on the other hand, I've heard they are sometimes called "socially maladjusted."

Why is it that the same nature can be perceived as both a plus and a minus?

It must be because a person's sensibilities and actions take on completely different meanings depending on the angle from which they are viewed.

That is why I believe it teaches us the importance of not judging things from only one side.

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—Actually, for the past few years, I have been called an "artist" at work. Lol

It all started on a winter day.

A snow mountain had appeared with a thud in the parking lot of my workplace in a heavy snowfall area.
I knew it was there, but I thought, "Well, it'll be fine!" and backed up.
Next to me, my colleague of 20 years was tapping away on their smartphone inside the car.

The next moment.

"Clunk."

I did it. I hit the snow mountain!

But I didn't panic.
At the same time I thought, "Oh, I hit the snow!"
I had a strange conviction that "the car wouldn't be crushed by this much." (What kind of conviction is that?? Lol)

Hit it? No, no, I was thinking more like, "It's a 'snow mountain stopper'!"

After getting out of the car,

"You just hit it, didn't you! Lol"
"No, I just stopped!"

We started walking while having a conversation like that.

I checked the car formally, just in case... and as expected, it was unscathed.
"See, it's totally fine!" I said, puffing out my chest.

Then my colleague went around telling everyone.

And the words my colleague said were:

"It can't be helped, that person is an artist!"

And so, I was promoted (?) to "artist." Lol

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Apparently, the reasons are as follows:

• I don't care about things that other people care about.
• Conversely, I care a lot about things that other people don't care about.

……Yeah, I'm aware of that.

I see!
Just when I think one person might call me "too careless,"
another person praises me, saying, "You really watch the surrounding situation well."

So that's why the impression people have of me is the exact opposite depending on who is looking!

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I have always thought of myself as a "strange person."

When I told a colleague about my personality of "acting too quickly once I get an idea," saying, "I guess I have ADHD tendencies."

My colleague's reply was this:
"No way, you're an artist, no matter how you look at it!"

—In that moment, a negative label transformed into a sparkling title✨

Developmental disorder? A weirdo?
—No, I am an artist✨

The atmosphere was so light that they even replied, "What's a developmental disorder? Haha."

Having the negative societal labels of "developmental disorder" or "strange"
expressed to me with the positive word "artist."

It was such a fresh experience that made my heart feel lighter.

Of course, it might be disrespectful to real artists.

But the word "artist" shone so brightly that it felt like magic, affirming my own "negative traits."

If you change your perspective, a negative can turn into a positive.
I realized that firsthand.

That "artist" label that broke down the walls✨
It's my buzzword of the year!

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And my daughter is also, as expected... an artist. Haha.

When she was in first grade, she had an unusual obsession with adding hair, decorations, and speech bubbles to the smiley faces in the "reflection" section of her homework.
She felt that the cover of her reading card wasn't enough if it was just plain white, so she decorated it intensely.


While I would tease her, saying, "Hey, that's not the point of studying, is it!?"
I recently looked back at that card and burst into laughter.

No, really, it's completely genetic!

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Now I can say it with pride.

I am not a "weirdo."
I am an "artist"!

And my daughter will surely become a wonderful artist too. Haha.