Pink? Really? Ugh… They say real men were pink? I’m not a real man then cause yeah – hell no.
And it’s not because it’s girly. I fucking wear eye liner and lip gloss and pain my nails, I don’t think I’m worried about girly. It’s an awful color! In neon it’s bright and … bright! Who wants to look like cotton candy?
And if it’s not neon it’s pastel, then you really look like cotton candy.
My favorite color is orange. I think it’s my brains way of saying you aren’t afraid of Garrett! I still freeze when I see those orange painted doors. Bad memories lie behind them, yet I still use them regularly. A fire proof room is a great place to let the excess energy and stresses of everyday life fly around without hurting anyone. That’s what they are meant for – for teaching kids like me control, but to make sure no one gets hurt.
I don’t like pumpkin orange, or neon orange. Persimmon orange is the best color to say I like. It’s not too bright, not too dark. Rust colored is pretty cool orange too.
But blue is becoming a very favorite of mine too for obvious reasons. There’s more to that story, I’ll tell it one day, but AJ needs to determine exactly what it all means before I can share it all.