When I was a kid, my parents let me build tents in my room all the time. They were pretty tolerant – I’d usually leave the tent up for months.
Also – you know those paper chains people make out of construction paper? I made hundreds of construction paper rings and stapled them together like a honeycomb.
Then, I built off the honeycomb shape until I had this huge structure and it was impossible to navigate through my bedroom without diving in and out of massive paper tunnels.
Yep, they were pretty tolerant.
Growing up didn’t help this habit at all. I went to school for fine art, which means you still get to play with paper and staples, you just have to call it installation art or sculpture.
Senior year, I raided a recycling center and crocheted miles of computer wires together to make a huge web in the basement of one of the buildings on campus.
They also let me string dozens of threads from the floor to the ceiling. Sometimes art is just OCD at its finest.
Next project? Do something to improve my cubicle at work.
I’ve thought about building a roof for it. Or setting up a second story with a green plastic slide. They’re doing construction in my building, so there are plenty of materials lying around.
But this person’s idea is way better. I’m not sure how management will feel about it, but I figure if I get in early enough, it will just be too late.