I may have been lying to myself all these years. This is a serious issue.
I write a lot of posts from a humorous angle, but don’t laugh. I’m not joking around. The realization of this issue has made me doubt all the things I believed to be true.
I mean, if I’ve lied to myself, who can I trust? This one lie has made me think back on other lies. I don’t know what ideas were mine, or what ideas were put into my head.
I don’t know what my favorite color is.
I’ve thought a lot about this. Too much, maybe.
When I was little, I loved Barbies. Barbies and pink. Barbies and pink, everything had to be Barbies and pink.
And then Hello Kitty. Oh, going to the Hello Kitty store was heaven when I was seven years old! The smell of plastic and cheap lip gloss still gives me a thrill.
When I turned ten, I met my friend Molly. We would play in mud, and catch lizards, and pretend to be cops and robbers. I learned what a tomboy was for the first time.
And pink became the evil color.
Soon, my bedsheets were blue, my clothes were blue, my stuffed animals were blue, etc.
Blue was as far from pink as one could possibly get. Obviously.
Then, around middle school, I discovered a book series that would change my life. It was called From The Files Of Madison Finn.
She was a writer. She had a laptop. And the laptop was orange.
Quickly, I realized no one liked orange, orange was neglected, orange was unique. I wanted to like orange. I wanted to be Madison Finn!
Since then, I’ve told friends, and family, and the Internet that my favorite color is orange. I didn’t feel that it was a lie. I honestly love fall colors.
But, looking back on my color-loving history, there have been serious influences. I can’t help but wonder what choices were really mine and which were thrust upon me or made up.
What really is my favorite color? If I went crazy and was locked in a four-walled cell for the rest of my life, what color would I want the walls to be?
I want there to be a psychological test you can take that measures the reflexes of your brain and tells you what color you really like. But that test would probably cost a lot of money, and knowing me, I’d rather spend it at Starbucks.
This is my color story.
I still like orange and blue. I also like white, and brown, and burgundy. There’s only been one consistent color in my life, and that is that I despise light purple. (Sorry…)
What is your favorite color, friend?
I still believe your favorite color says a lot about you. I suppose not knowing your favorite color means get-your-life-together-Rebekah.
But I do want to leave you with this second question. You’ve told me what your favorite color is. . . But did you come up with it on your own?
Maybe you’ll find that your favorite color isn’t your favorite color at all. . . *erie music and Rebekah fades from view*