Life is like a box of crayons.
Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back.
I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal.
I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes.
Does anyone else have that problem?
I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “no – I want magenta!”