I deal with stress in strange ways.

I can always tell when I am truly stressed out because I dream exclusively about theater.  Now, because it is not yet possible to tap into my dreams as a way to figure out how high strung I am on any given day, I am going to divulge a little secret.  Another way to tell how I am feeling is by simply looking at my doodles.  
I doodle a lot...Essentially whenever I am holding something capable of making marks on something else, I will doodle.  When I am feeling happy or content my doodles are of playful little characters and flowers and birbs and things like that.  However, when I am upset or stressed out, I draw butts.  
Butts. I like to draw butts.  There is something incredibly cathartic about drawing butts and the legs attached to them.  Perhaps it gives me the same rush that fills the tiny minds of junior high children as they gleefully draw penises on everything they can get their hands on.  I honestly don't really understand it, but it gives me a sense of inner peace, so I will probably continue to do so indefinitely. 
My billboard at school was periodically covered in sticky notes depicting all sorts of butts. I do not discriminate in my butt doodling.  All butts are fair game. 
Today I am upset, as I very often am, about the injustices in the world... so naturally I have drawn butts. 
I am not sorry.