I have been eternally obsessed with joining dots.
I see a dot. I see another dot. I join them. Simple?
As a kid, I forced my dad to my buy me truckloads of Join-The-Dots book. Then, I slowly started dropping a pen on paper from a certain height. I left a nice concoction of dots on the paper which I could join. Joining gave me pleasure. More pleasure than playing with cars or bikes or guns.
My mom thought I was weird. Now I know what it is. I live in my head. And I have a fantastic life there.
There’s nothing more enjoyable to a kid who ran around home in tiny shorts than watching an image come to life by joining a few dots.
Eventually, my obsession became a passion. The passion a fixation.
Heck, I even bought a dot matrix printer so that I could join dots.
Then, the problems started arising. Every other examination I had to write was an OCR multiple choice questions. Nerd that I was, I would quickly complete the entire paper. And then stare.
I would stare at what I had done. Obsessed with joining the dots, I would just join the answers I had just marked. And stare in disbelief at what I had done.
P.S. The IIT JEE paper, once dotted, looked like a mermaid. Sans clamshells.
P.P.S. No puns intended in the title.
(For a change, every part of this story is untrue.)