Colors Sounds And Feather Downs

Monday, February 06, 2006
Part Deux: Colors, Sounds and Feather-Downs
Current mood: happy

I had a long, goofy conversation several weeks ago with an interesting girl who I haven't seen since, in a diner I have yet to revisit, but it stirred up some thoughts that I found pretty interesting. Maybe I'm just nuts. Anyhow, the discussion began on a simple basis; I inquired as to what her favorite color might be. She said she didn't know. I replied, "How can you not know? Its a simple question." — She paused, looking sort of surprised, as if someone had never pressed her for an answer before, and then replied, "Well… It changes… Today its yellow."

I didn't know what to say…
I didn't understand.

How can your favorite color just change?
What happened to yesterday's favorite color?
If, on a whim, something of such esteem and value can be replaced with another, then on what grounds was it ever of any more value to begin with?
When I was little, my favorite color was green. It stayed that way, no matter what I said to be trendy at the time (IE. 8th grade was my "black is such a raw and expressive pigment" phase, but everyone goes through that shit.) As of late, I've become more partial to blue - Light blue in particular, but that's not that important. My point is that something happened that caused me to send green packing, and to fall absolutely head-over-heels for blue.
(Stay with me on this…)
Now, such a dramatic change in attraction doesn't just happen - I mean shit, I know we're only talking about colors here, but this kind of switch-a-roo has only happened ONCE in my entire life. Green -> Blue. Just like that. Must mean somthing, right?
Pablo Picasso went through a "blue period", at which time he was broke and mourning the loss of a dear friend. There's a similarity there somewhere.
Please don't get me wrong, I am by no means depressed, nor do I have any reason to be, but perhaps color - every, individual hue, represents to each of us a state of being, and in turn, helps us to deal with whatever it is we may be going through. I'm not talking mood-ring shit here. What I mean is that there are things - simple things - that without our knowing, mean the world to us and when they change, they change for our own good, because whether we like it or not, we are looking out for ourselves. We do it unconsciously - But we do it. We do it to stay happy and to stay alive… And above all else, that's what matters.
On this note, I'd like to attempt to make my point - Don't throw yourself out on another's whim. People change, as do intentions and as a result, consequences. Live for yourself - love those around you, but realize that they've got their own agendas. People will screw you - You will screw people… Green -> Blue. Get it? I'm not sure I do… Always consider that your life will venture in new directions, but be aware that other's will do the same, and in accordance, understand that to be happy, people must exist in their own light, cast in and of themselves, not by the light of their peers. Conflict will arise because of this. Conflict is to be expected; conflict is a part of life. Find ways to work through conflict, even if it means picking a new favorite color…

I hope this makes a little sense.

I'm tired and rambling, and perhaps just a misguided fool, but I think there's something in this - something that I am learning and accepting as my fingers punch these keys to an inviting, hypnotic rhythm. I feel like they're leading me somewhere, and I've decided to follow.

____I'm going to bed. Take from this what you will.


Alexander William Gaskarth

*I feel fine*

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