I sit here in my purple pyjamas, on my bed with its purple sheets and loverly purple blanket. My knees are raised to support a purple notepad, writing with a pen that could so easily be purple (but actually is black). My gaze sweeps across the four walls of my bedroom (purple), taking in all of the purple sights along the way. I see a wig, an inflatable alien, a shawl - all purple. The carpet, purple. A glass vase, purple. My computer chair with its homemade fur covering, purple. I could go on, but for your sake I won't. I have surrounded myself with one colour, forsaking all others (Metaphorically, I'm not so crazy that I only have purple clothes), and I can't help wondering 'why!?' <*dv_0*>How did I become the one? You know, the oddball. The laugh-ee not the laugh-er. The people who are Guinness world record holders for really peculiar reasons. We who get little stories about how cray-zee they are regaled to friends, like I imagine Richard Whitely does. In short, those type of people (usually Americans). I like purple, obviously. I like to see peoples faces when I tell them I have a website religion<*dv_4*> devoted to purple. I like to see their bemused Cornish faces when I elaborate and tell them it's a cult and I'm God. Then smile and ask them if they want to join me in the purple Elysian Fields with the rest of my followers. <*dv_2*>It scares me, and pains me to say, but I can remember a time when purple was not my. favourite... colour! So when did it start? When did I become devoted to this bastard son of red and blue?but more importantly, why? Why me, why now, why purple? I daren't dwell on these rebellious thoughts, for the fear of what is revealed - maybe that I don't like purple that much after all! That can't be true, I've come too far, seen the film (The Colour Purple - duh!), bought the t-shirt (The one with the crocodile on it that people in B-wise used to wear).
<*dv_3*> No, I do truly adore purple. My oddness must therefore be due to some crippling emotional insecurities.Or because I'm an only child, they're always strange. |
