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When I was younger I made a passionate stand against the color 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴. Nothing against 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴. I loved 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 and rainbows and all that. But I’ve always been sassy and I didn’t like that people acted like I ALWAYS HAD TO GET 𝓟𝓘𝓝𝓚. I have a brother. We get Gameboys, I gotta get the 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 one. Backpacks, 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴. Clothes, 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴. So no to all. Gimme red. I don’t care if the 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 is cuter you won’t tell me what to do.
On reflection that was all really extra. But I understand baby shai. No one wants to be ascribed a label, a belief, or a disposition. It’s not about accuracy. It’s about having the freedom to be varied and complicated.
You are complicated. This is complicated. It’s all complicated. And trying to simplify it and explain it will always be impossible. Light enters your eyes, sounds enter your ears, and smells enter your nose but the conclusion you make will only be a guess.And you’ll always be guessing. How terrifying yet exciting ୧( "̮ )୨✧ᐦ̤