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For a great many years now I've had a struggle with the color purple. I just could not decide whether or not I liked it. This frustrated me to no end because I usually know if I like something very very quickly, and rarely change my mind. But purple? Ugh. Purple and I had a weird relationship. When I was little it was my second favorite color (behind, of course, pink.) If I had a choice between something pink and something purple, even if the purple looked better, I'd choose the pink. It's kind of like how in class you'd get to pick partners, and you'd be tempted by the smart kid because you'd get a better grade, but you'd pick your best friend in a heartbeat because, well, you're best friends. You can get the C together, and it'll be more fun that way. Pink is kind of like that. It's my best friend out of all the colors. In fact, you'll remember when I agonized over picking the proper shade of pink for my bedroom last year.
I'll admit, right now, that pink had slipped down a notch in terms of my favorite color. For a little while there, white was my favorite color. I said pink was only because white's not really a color. And I felt like I was betraying the lovely pink, who had been so good to me since birth. But I didn't really feel it anymore.
But I had amazing forethought. I knew, in the back of my mind, that someday, someday, pink and I would get together again. In reality, I guess I did it because I felt like I was supposed to. I mean, I spent only a few hours in my room a day, most of them were hours when I was asleep. And it was so cool to see the reactions: the painters (my neighbors), my parents and family, my friends, anyone who walked into my room. It was just awesome. Plus, I'd recently added sky blue to my list of favorite colors (the only shade of blue I like at all) and so the blindingly pink walls and a bright, cheerful blue carpet made quite a statement indeed. And that was awesome.
And living in that pink room for several months made me realize why I liked the color in the first place. It makes me happy. So after that it became my undisputed favorite color again.
And through all of this I struggled with purple. Sometimes I found it appealing, sometimes I didn't. Purple was the kid in class that no one's really friends with for no reason, and that you talk to and you're friendly to but you'd never invite that kid to parties or anything like that. But purple and I are friends now. Not BFFs like me and pink, but definitely closer.
...Which is the way it was when I was little. I had legos as a child, the girly ones. Pink, purple, sky blue, and white. And I played with them for hours, but my building skillz weren't that great so all I made were walls and towers and squares and stuff.
But still, things are now back to where they belong. When I was little I loved the pink/purple/sky blue combination (which is very early 90s, now that I think about it.) So everything is as it should be.
As an aside, anyone notice how purple is so underrated? It took them forever to make a purple Razr, there's no purple iPod, no purple Disney princess (at least, not one that I can remember- which proves my point), and rainbows commonly omit purple. Even Barbie never wore purple, one of the other girls (usually Christie) got to wear purple. Maybe all that is why I always considered it second best to pink and why I had a color identity crisis lasting over six years.
Ah well. :)
Hmm, now that I think about it, my purple crisis may also relate to the fact that I can never decide on anything when I have a choice... I want it all, or I want nothing. Erk.
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I'll admit, right now, that pink had slipped down a notch in terms of my favorite color. For a little while there, white was my favorite color. I said pink was only because white's not really a color. And I felt like I was betraying the lovely pink, who had been so good to me since birth. But I didn't really feel it anymore.
But I had amazing forethought. I knew, in the back of my mind, that someday, someday, pink and I would get together again. In reality, I guess I did it because I felt like I was supposed to. I mean, I spent only a few hours in my room a day, most of them were hours when I was asleep. And it was so cool to see the reactions: the painters (my neighbors), my parents and family, my friends, anyone who walked into my room. It was just awesome. Plus, I'd recently added sky blue to my list of favorite colors (the only shade of blue I like at all) and so the blindingly pink walls and a bright, cheerful blue carpet made quite a statement indeed. And that was awesome.
And living in that pink room for several months made me realize why I liked the color in the first place. It makes me happy. So after that it became my undisputed favorite color again.
And through all of this I struggled with purple. Sometimes I found it appealing, sometimes I didn't. Purple was the kid in class that no one's really friends with for no reason, and that you talk to and you're friendly to but you'd never invite that kid to parties or anything like that. But purple and I are friends now. Not BFFs like me and pink, but definitely closer.
...Which is the way it was when I was little. I had legos as a child, the girly ones. Pink, purple, sky blue, and white. And I played with them for hours, but my building skillz weren't that great so all I made were walls and towers and squares and stuff.
But still, things are now back to where they belong. When I was little I loved the pink/purple/sky blue combination (which is very early 90s, now that I think about it.) So everything is as it should be.
As an aside, anyone notice how purple is so underrated? It took them forever to make a purple Razr, there's no purple iPod, no purple Disney princess (at least, not one that I can remember- which proves my point), and rainbows commonly omit purple. Even Barbie never wore purple, one of the other girls (usually Christie) got to wear purple. Maybe all that is why I always considered it second best to pink and why I had a color identity crisis lasting over six years.
Ah well. :)
Hmm, now that I think about it, my purple crisis may also relate to the fact that I can never decide on anything when I have a choice... I want it all, or I want nothing. Erk.
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