Chaos is your love language and a dry-erase marker is your weapon.

Words? Who needs them. You certainly don't, at least not when there's a marker in your hand and a perfectly good whiteboard begging for your chaotic interpretation of the word "motorcycle." You are Pictionary, the game that turns artists into disasters and disasters into legends.

You are the life of any gathering, mostly because you commit fully to whatever is happening, even when, especially when, it makes absolutely no sense. You don't half-heartedly sketch a little stick figure and shrug. You draw an entire cinematic scene, complete with arrows, labels you promised yourself you wouldn't add, and a facial expression that suggests you know exactly how unhinged this looks. You don't care. The vision is there.

People love having you around because you make everything feel like an event. You're spontaneous, expressive, and genuinely funny without really trying to be. The chaos follows you, but it's a charming chaos, the kind people talk about later.

The downside: patience is not your strongest suit, and you have been known to dramatically throw a marker when nobody guesses "elephant" from what was clearly a perfect elephant. Clearly. Obviously. They just weren't ready for your talent.