If you too see things every time you observe your surroundings you can definitely relate to this. But, pareidolia is really interesting. Trust me you can hardly ever get bored if you see faces everywhere you go!
Keith has developed a really brilliant way to deal with his Pareidolia. He creates cartoon characters with every face he sees, and you too would now want to develop your art of observation!
Here are some of the characters Keith has created to deal with his Pareidolia!
1. “Grab my beak if it’s laundry you seek. You barely see me, maybe once a week. How can I not have this disappointed look? I dry your clothes as you read a book. I’m dryer duck, and for a buck, I dry the shirts you tuck. Handle my bill if you will, tweak left for your garments. I’ll see you next week, but please, no more vomit.”
2. “GAHAYUCK! Hi there! I have some stuff to share! It’s ice and water, and I suggest in that order. If it’s the latter first, by all means, quench your thirst! But let it be known, YAHUH! You’re in the splash zone. My uneven teeth dispense your desires, push my eyes is what I require!”
3. “I’m ripe. Teeth rotten. My other half, forgotten. This crescent face is only recent. But not to panic, by botanic rules my seeds will sprout. More tomatoes to creep you out. Though there will be none like me, I’m one of a kind, you won’t find me in a bottle of Heinz.”
4. “Yeah, I’m Frankie the furnace, who’s askin’? Short arms with anger fueled by fire, a bowler hat is my only attire. Burning wood is what I do. For cookin’ stew or warming you. But don’t feed me too much I’m warning you. I’m an earnest furnace, and frankly, I couldn’t care less about burning you.”
5. “Not everyone knows what my nose holds. My eyes stay forward minding my own business as you conduct yours. I am a conductor myself being metal and all, you lock the door as your pants fall. I hold your jacket, or whatever you pack, yet I get no recognition as you carry out your mission. You flush and rush as if you have somewhere to be. Next time we meet, please stare back at me.”
6.”Hi there! I’m Sharron, the stall wall door. I hope the soap on my face stalls you from leaving this place. My look of surprise caused by the number of hands not using my cleaning supplies. So, come hither and let me sanitize your mitts, then dry your hands after you rinse.”
7. “You’re in the bathroom at the urinal urine spilling. A sloth in transit with its oxygen filling. Arms resting in place, a smile on its face, slowly but surely, it’s no race. Happy you’re there, the sloth happily stares. As you finish and flush, to the cosmos, no rush.”