Life in Mono

I wore orange today.

It isn’t really an unusual thing. But considering that I’ve been wearing only black for the past month, this was definitely a change.

So here’s the story: I’ve been in low spirits since March. And one of my pathetic natural responses was to do away with color. So I went all-out Rolling Stones like any emo kid would: no colors anymore I want them to turn black! It’s funny because there was no need to sort my laundry anymore — you could toss in every clothing article from the hamper to the washing machine and not worry about any color staining because everything was black, black, black. I told myself that I would wear color again once I started feeling better. Problem is, I never seemed to.

My best friend told me that wearing black served only to compound the problem, not merely “complement” it. A solution, he proposed, was to wear something bright again because it might — it just might — inspire a change of mood. But I remained stubborn and proceeded with my life in mono. Until today.

I figured, it was the start of a new month and it wouldn’t hurt to bring back a little color to this dreary life. And y’know? I had a great day. Who knows if the good vibes last, or if this re-introduction of color had anything to do with it. All I know is, this was the finest day I’ve had in months.