Comment on Explain Your Hobby Badly by BJPentecost

I spend money on little sticks and little pieces of tree bark, and then spend time making marks on the tree bark with the sticks. I know these marks cannot be understood by any other species, and suspect they cannot be understood by other hominids either. I often do this until my wrist muscles are sprained, like some game whose goal is to get as close to carpal tunnel syndrome... without going over. As soon as I am healed I start again. The primary purpose of this seems to be stress relief, and it is at least slightly less damaging than cutting. It is also a little less psychologically destructive than sitting in a semi-darkened drug den to paw at a plastic box and looking at the patterns of colored lights, and slowly going into a blissful stupor as only a hominid would. I am doing this now with these patterns of squiggles, because you left a pattern of squiggles. This pattern of squiggles is smaller, signalling deferential status to the dominant female who left the larger pattern of squiggles.