Note: this was written before I went from Beige to seeing RED on November the 8th 2007 – changes have been made to the original article but the Beige remains the same!
And see what it gets you?
There are people even trying to shed the beige persona
When you’re beige, your stuck—there isn’t a whole lot you can do and if a change or an alteration is necessary, there you are in beige and where do you go from there? When you’re beige, you can’t reach out a grab hold of anything that can whisk you away from the muddy quagmire and tar-pit you’re stuck in—even when it is within reach. When you’re beige, you go with a lot of different things, which means you don’t go with anything. Bill Maher once pointed out that when something is publicized as “fun for the whole family,” that means you can be sure it’s fun for no one.
I’m not ready for a Harley or a Mohawk (both old-fashioned symbols of what people going through a mid-life crisis do to signify their attempt at being contemporary, only I’m so far from that that even my clichés are cliché.) But here goes painting my world that shade of beige that has the hint of the colors of the “wild and crazy” way we are going to be doing business. I just hope someone slaps me if I wind up looking like Steve Martin and Dan Aykroyd playing those “wild and crazy” Czechoslovakian Festrunk brothers.
I wonder if Harley’s come in beige?
My mother has always accused me of being black and white in my thinking- no grey or beige for me- but I get the distinct feeling Beige is slowly taking over my rainbow of action – like some oozing beige blob slowly devouring my will , installing its beigness over my thoughts and actions sucking me into its warm beige underbelly to suckle on the teets of indifference, non commitment and apathy.
Oh! I struggle some and rant and rave my colourful opinions though are being tamed by the sheer weight of Beige…..
Is it family that has helped me on the way to Beige?
” Don’t make a fuss mum”
as I was doing just that on election night ,as I requested a paper ballot so I could ”write in” my particular choices Misty and Dexter ( comment 21)
“not going to do you any good anyway- why even bother – I am going to pretend I am not with you ! ”
said my “embarrassed by his mother -yet again son”. His embarrassment started early when I turned up at preschool dressed as a big yellow chicken (another story). Is he right? Probably, -so sad –SOOOO BEIGE
I had for the first 50 years or so of my life definite opinions, devil may care , I stood my ground, debated and argued the point- Beige was a dirty word– but lately I find myself succumbing to Beige. It is so easy being Beige, it is the Gutless Color, oh ! I make the excuse -pick your battles- take your time to react- get to know the other side, I know they are really excuses ( beige ones).
Does one’s intestinal fortitude dry up along with disappearing hormones and brain cells, is it all mother natures fault? Can I take a pill that will give me back the will to be controversial and care? Ah! the soft comfy safety net of Beige beckons me , calling to me in soft fluffy clouds of beige……. What is it going to take to leave the safe sanctuary of Beige?
Note: it was ”the empty BEIGE square of dirt” that got me seeing red- Will it last my passionate red personna? – I don’t know but I think my personna of rainbow colors will be triggered by – arrogance, futility-wordsmithying -ignorance-destruction- politics. Ask yourself