It’s not manga

I made a drawing that’s hard to explain, then I made paintings of it even though I can’t paint. To get technical, it’s a quadtych, though in reality it’s more of a comic strip. I stood them up against the wall in her room, left to right, stepped back, waved my hands at them and blathered. “There’s Me, and I gradually turn into a cactus”. But no, with practice, she completely misread the message and decided to read it backwards. Come up with an interpretation about my having lost some of my spikes. Yikes! It was a stretch to accept, what with my constant struggle with interpersonal crises, but her rampant positivity always gets my respect. I made a lame joke about her turning Chinese. Trying to deflect.