Colors make me so bitter. I’ve been told on many occasions that a color I thought was green was actually seafoam. And a color I thought was pink was salmon. Bullcrap! Why do colors insist on being individuals. They should all be lumped into like 8 or 10 colors we have come to be bitter about? Now I’ve gotta try figure out what tope and mauve are. It just makes me bitter that I have to figure out what these things are. And why do colors have to try to brighten the world? I mean for bitterness sakes! How can I focus on the anger of the day when colors are trying so hard. They just need to learn to blend into the brown/greyish hue. Once in a while the sky tries to change into the bluish color and people get all unbitter. What is that all about? And what is the whole color/symbol thing. For instance, what is green? First we are meant to think it is for going on a stoplight, then we are told that it is for St. Patrick’s day which we have to wear or someone can pinch us? Why can’t I just tell everyone that St. Patrick’s days color should be red because Patrick died in a war or something? And why does black have to be a slimming color? Why can’t orange be a slimming color? Aarrgh, colors make me so bitter!