I waited until she was off to more exciting adventures before sampling an expendable color myself. Blech. I felt sorry for that girl in Sis' class. Something wasn't right about her. This was before I went to class and found out quite a few kids eat non-food art supplies. I sampled glue and decided that was right up there with crayons, but paste? Mmmm. The paste even had a convenient plastic paddle inside for convenient licking.
"If everybody jumped off a bridge, would you follow them?" Dad asked. Yes, as it turns out, I would jump off the bridge, but that was quite a few years later. I felt like telling Dad it was fun too, but then I heard about kids getting paralyzed doing that kind of thing and kept quiet. I also learned that eating my paste meant I had less paste for art. Less art is stupid. Don't eat paste.
Sometimes I look at people and see a world filled with lemmings running off cliffs. Think for yourself! I can feel superior in these moments and completely forget that I ate a crayon and jumped off a bridge (plus a plethora of other ill-advised activities).
There are other times I think being an independent minded person is punishing. I can see the cliff coming. I can warn others about the cliff. We all go over the cliff anyway. Ignorance is bliss until you hit the bottom, and then I'm pretty sure none of the lemmings are thinking about their choices anymore. Sometimes I'd like to be ignorant too.
We've all eaten a crayon or licked paste or some equivalent action because we saw someone else doing it. I was going to write that nothing good ever comes from it, but I remembered learning to use a computer. I tried reading about it, but I didn't get it until I watched someone else use it. We learn by following. It's just the next step, tasting the crayon and deciding not to eat another that's important. What do you do with all of the things you've learned?
In art, we can see when someone takes off their training wheels. There are millions of Bob Ross knock offs, and then you see a landscape with life and colors that weren't shown on the tv how-to show. That's the magic, when someone expresses themselves instead of simply copying. Art mirrors life. You can feel the joy when someone takes off the training wheels of their lives and thinks for him/herself.
I'm pretty sure we're all some mix of crayon eaters and artists. We're all works in progress. It keeps life interesting.