Purple Purple Purple

Just now I was unpacking the contents of my tote bag, the tote itself some secondhand swag from my sister's company.

I'm on a bench outside of Prospect Park, me and Ruby. "Why not inside the park" you ask? Welp because my little trooper freaks out when she hears any game with a ball in it being played. I guess it doesn't even have to be a ball, it could be a frisbee that someone insists on catching too loudly. Kicking anything is unacceptable. Just any abrupt sound. She can walk past jackhammers without any outward acknowledgement but my coffee maker clicks on every day at 6:30AM and she is visibly not a fan.

Anywho I was taking out all of my chill out on a bench supplies and I looked down and realized that, like, everything I have is purple.

Naturally I panicked. There's room in the world for the girl whose whole thing is being really into purple but it's not who I am. I'm too cynical. I've seen things. The purple girls are always genuinely really sweet, and they usually had some sort of equestrian interest, anything from My Little Pony to competitive dressage. I like a good monochrome moment but purple lovers don’t just think purple is the best, they don’t officially recognize the other colors. They’ve even proposed legislation to stop teaching the other colors in public schools (the purple lobby has a huge amount of influence with Congress.) That’s not true but crazier things have happened in our government in the last six years. No other color inspires this much singular obsession. I was never able to sustain any sort of a fandom on any material level. It can’t be true, that I’m a purple girl.

But maybe the call is coming from inside the house, you know? Maybe it's just time for me to stop running. The evidence is pretty damning: the towel I brought is purple. And so is Ruby's water bowl. And my foam Birkenstocks, which I cannot recommend highly enough to anyone who asks and lots of people who don't. Now that I'm thinking about it- I just got a lilac dutch oven a couple of weeks ago, my day-to-day bowls are a deep violet, and while we’re listing things, a large portion of one of my walls is a light purple.

Every time I think I know myself, even at 33, I speedily realize I don't. I‘m just livin’ for those brief moments after enlightenment before reality sets in.