I love myself today
I believe colour is one thing that most people really do take for granted. I don’t think many really take the time to realise how much beauty it can be to things that might otherwise be considered ordinary. Everythings got it’s own distinct hue, and honestly if it’s ever changed into a colour I don’t think fits it, I’m completely thrown off. Even in the simplest things. For example, have you ever seen a blue french fry? I have and it isn’t pretty. This does not apply however to something like leaves because their colour changing is quite natural and something we all come to expect. I actual look forward to the leaves changing during the seasons. They’re always lovely in any of them, except of course for winter when they’ve all fallen and ceased to exist. Then I weep.
But I really do get a lot of joy out of anything with really bright or just what I think to be the perfect shade. I’ll find myself stopping around a flat with a perfect lawn. Not that I find a lot of lawns ugly or unnoticable, but there are very few that really catch my eye. The ones with the really green grass that looks as if it’s watered everyday, almost like someone in that home comes out every day and looks to make sure it’s the perfect colour and that some silly girl like me will come along and notice it. I love it. And as far as water goes, I’ve seen more ugly almost murky rivers and lakes than I’ve seen really beautiful clear blue water. It’s one of the most gorgeous sights, and I’d honestly challenge anybody to disagree with me. It’s hard to find but when I look at it going on for miles I really appreciate the colours of the world. Those are the types you can’t capture in a paint can, or in a crayon. The things that you have to see in person to believe.
I can’t imagine what it must be like to be colour blind. To have colours mix together and not be able to tell the colour shirt you’re putting on. I’ve read about it before, and knew a boy once who was colour blind. I’d never talk about how lovely something looked around him out of fear he’d be sorry he couldn’t see it like I did. Most people who are can’t tell the difference between something that’s red and something that’s green. It’s not all just black and white and greys. But can you imagine how confusing a stop light might seem sometime?
I’m not saying people don’t care about colour. All too often people are concerned about what matches with what. It doesn’t make things very fun though does it? Most pants then are jean or just plain black or white. What is wrong with a little variety? Of course then it could be mistaken for bad fashion sense, which I just don’t think is true. Colour spices things up. A lot of colour can be tacky or annoying sure, but I don’t think everything always has to match. I dare you to tell me my daughter doesn’t look adorable in a green dress and big pink boots. She thinks it a fantastic choice in clothing and so I do as well. Looks a bit odd maybe if only because people don’t open up their minds enough. Any headgear however or camoflauge on her is entirely Damon’s fashion sense creeping through. Long, boring story short, I am happy to not be a dog.
I’ve been having an excellent long weekend to say the very least. Despite some uncomfortable and pissy conversations spread out here and there. Damon has taken Missy and so I’ve had time to see the boy, and he has taken full advantage. Time to ourselves away from the stress of everyday life just to relax and enjoy the others company. Plenty of pretty things here. Blue skies, green grass, flowers in all sorts of fancy colours. It’s hard for ridiculous things to bring me down, yet not impossible. He takes care of it though so I say fuck off to all that cluttering my mind. Work, engagements in the future, serious talks needed to be had, it just doesn’t seem important. Honestly here and now I just don’t care. I’ve got plenty of time to deal with it later.
But I really do get a lot of joy out of anything with really bright or just what I think to be the perfect shade. I’ll find myself stopping around a flat with a perfect lawn. Not that I find a lot of lawns ugly or unnoticable, but there are very few that really catch my eye. The ones with the really green grass that looks as if it’s watered everyday, almost like someone in that home comes out every day and looks to make sure it’s the perfect colour and that some silly girl like me will come along and notice it. I love it. And as far as water goes, I’ve seen more ugly almost murky rivers and lakes than I’ve seen really beautiful clear blue water. It’s one of the most gorgeous sights, and I’d honestly challenge anybody to disagree with me. It’s hard to find but when I look at it going on for miles I really appreciate the colours of the world. Those are the types you can’t capture in a paint can, or in a crayon. The things that you have to see in person to believe.
I can’t imagine what it must be like to be colour blind. To have colours mix together and not be able to tell the colour shirt you’re putting on. I’ve read about it before, and knew a boy once who was colour blind. I’d never talk about how lovely something looked around him out of fear he’d be sorry he couldn’t see it like I did. Most people who are can’t tell the difference between something that’s red and something that’s green. It’s not all just black and white and greys. But can you imagine how confusing a stop light might seem sometime?
I’m not saying people don’t care about colour. All too often people are concerned about what matches with what. It doesn’t make things very fun though does it? Most pants then are jean or just plain black or white. What is wrong with a little variety? Of course then it could be mistaken for bad fashion sense, which I just don’t think is true. Colour spices things up. A lot of colour can be tacky or annoying sure, but I don’t think everything always has to match. I dare you to tell me my daughter doesn’t look adorable in a green dress and big pink boots. She thinks it a fantastic choice in clothing and so I do as well. Looks a bit odd maybe if only because people don’t open up their minds enough. Any headgear however or camoflauge on her is entirely Damon’s fashion sense creeping through. Long, boring story short, I am happy to not be a dog.
I’ve been having an excellent long weekend to say the very least. Despite some uncomfortable and pissy conversations spread out here and there. Damon has taken Missy and so I’ve had time to see the boy, and he has taken full advantage. Time to ourselves away from the stress of everyday life just to relax and enjoy the others company. Plenty of pretty things here. Blue skies, green grass, flowers in all sorts of fancy colours. It’s hard for ridiculous things to bring me down, yet not impossible. He takes care of it though so I say fuck off to all that cluttering my mind. Work, engagements in the future, serious talks needed to be had, it just doesn’t seem important. Honestly here and now I just don’t care. I’ve got plenty of time to deal with it later.