oh so blue

When I was eleven I became obsessed with the color blue. I painted my walls light blue, got satin sapphire drapes, and navy bed-sheets. If it wasn’t for my mom, I would have dyed my hair blue, too.

I’d go around asking everyone what their favorite color was, and I was astounded every time I learned it was anything other than blue.

“But the ocean is blue. The sky is blue. And there are more shades to blue than in any other color,” I would plead, trying to convince the lost souls of un-blue.

Fast forward a few years, and my walls are light orange, the bed sheets are red, and I have a red heart-pillow that a boyfriend may or may not have given me.

Fast forward a few more years, and it’s all about white.

In these playful memories I suddenly became really uncomfortable, to think that my periodic absolutes change so much and so often.

How long until my current obsessions fade and get replaced by something other?

I’m not worried though. I love my red hair.