August 2, 2011

Yellow and Blue

Blue was beginning to realize he might have some issues to deal with, if he so chose, like the fact that he was jealous of Dark Blue’s color, which indicated both vanity and a general unhappiness with himself. Also, he didn’t love the proverbial one he was with, which happened to be Orange these days, indicating he misled others and even himself. Basically, Blue was fearful of everything he hoped to attain, which happened to be Green this week, or even some other exotic shade of color he hadn’t yet met. He was open to this possibility as well.

Blue reassured himself that having psychological issues was okay because, in all likelihood, amazingly dynamic personalities in all walks of life have shorts in the wiring somewhere or other all the time.

So it was a combination of admitting he had problems, telling himself it was okay to have problems, believing he was going to overcome his problems and demanding from the universe that a beautiful color be waiting for him at the end of this process that motivated Blue, at least to take the first step, which is the hardest step to take, as they say.

For Blue, the first step was approaching Yellow for a friendship. When Yellow asked why Blue wanted to be better friends, Blue thought it was a question she would judge him on and so he rambled about peripheral issues, like the fact that he believed he was good at conversation starters and the obvious advantages of friends with benefits.

Yellow reassured Blue that she wanted to be friends – only friends – and was happy Blue took the initiative, but Blue was upset at himself for not having a better answer prepared for such an obvious question. He was so exhausted at being defined by his jackass tendencies, even if only in his own mind. Incredibly, Blue confessed this primal fear of his, and Yellow, who had never seen the vulnerable side of Blue and now understood why her sister Green loved Blue, offered Blue medication in the hopes of hanging out further. So Blue and Yellow medicated in Yellow’s sun room all afternoon. And Blue and Yellow, while medicated, shared the same unspoken feeling that they would either be very close friends for the duration of their lives or they would blend one day and let the proverbial chips fall where they may, as they say.

Then Electric Pink stopped by for her daily rolling papers and Blue forgot all about Yellow, not because Electric Pink was incredibly beautiful. She certainly was, but no more beautiful than Yellow. Electric Pink brought news that a miracle had just happened, which served as a reminder to Yellow and Blue that a lot can happen in an afternoon, raising disturbing possibilities when one considers all the time one may have spent medicated. For the record, only Blue considered those disturbing possibilities. Yellow was quite content with her situation.

As everyone knew and everyone forgot as the end of the story, Green allowed Light Blue to live in her garden, which was officially Green, Yellow, Electric Pink, Mikado Yellow and Cobalt Blue’s garden. For the record, a color lives outside when he or she cannot conjure a home of his own, for it is believed, to use Blue's expression, that the wiring is off in the colors living outside, thus preventing them from doing any conjuring. After a week in Green’s garden, Light Blue, with the help of Green, was able to conjure a home of his own, a modest studio apartment.  

This narrative contradicted the official explanation that Light Blue and the others preferred living on the street. Red was said to be preparing a response to what the colors were already calling Green's newly discovered prophetic powers, according to Electric Pink.

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8 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles...nice to see you touching on other social issues and the preconceptions that come with them...i find it real interersting too it is just referred toas the homeless colorandnotits shade...

Ed Pilolla said...

i might have screwed up by doing it that way. it might have been more powerful if i didn't say homeless colors and referred to sandy brown who insisted on living in a cardboard box on the street. at the same time, maybe i can introduce the newly housed color. these are decisions for the final version, if there is one:) great stuff to think about. thanks, brian.

oceangirl said...

daily rolling papers?

Ed Pilolla said...

lisa, ha! yeah, if you buy tobacco in a pouch, you roll your own cigarettes. electric pink is a moocher for sure:)

brian, i massaged the ending. i like it better. i love collaborating like this. for the record, here was the previous wording of the end of this post:

As everyone knew and everyone forgot as the end of the story, Green allowed a homeless color to live in her garden, which was officially Green, Yellow, Electric Pink, Mikado Yellow and Cobalt Blue’s garden. For the record, a color becomes homeless when he or she cannot conjure a home of his own, for it is believed, to use Blue's expression, that the wiring is off in homeless colors, preventing them from doing any conjuring. After a week in Green’s garden, the homeless color, with the help of Green, was able to conjure a home of his own, a modest studio apartment. The homeless color who was homeless no longer claimed all he needed was the help of Green and some time off the streets.

This narrative contradicted the official explanation that homeless colors preferred living on the street. Red was said to be preparing a response to what the colors were already calling Green's newly discovered prophetic powers, according to Electric Pink.

Claudia said...

ha now you're going political..well done ed...i used to be a heavy smoker during my wild teenager years and rolled my own cigarettes...smiles

ed pilolla said...

i tried for so long not to go political, as it's a turnoff for me!:)

Mark Dixon said...

Perhaps he's not visible to the other colors because he's homeless, and if he eventually manages to conjure a personal living space, then the others would notice there's a "new" color, goldenrod perhaps, because now they perceive him as a real color, although he was there (and was in fact goldenrod) all along.

She Writes said...

Everyone's wiring is messed up. However, is there not something worse in the wiring of those who are in a position to let colors refuel, and restart in their gardens and yet they can't even open that space up? You know? Sad about how we hold our own comforts very closely lest anyone else take a bit from us to relieve their own suffering.