a really fxxd up story of my childhood. everyone who knew me knew my favorite color is orange; except, it isn’t. i was a kid when i had a group of friends who sort of sorted ourselves into favorite colors (like nobody can have the same favorite -- based on rainbow colors), and guess what’s everyone’s least favorite? orange. so since everyone picked their color, i got stuck with orange, i forced myself to like orange, bought orange stuff, clothes, even if now i maintain that nobody looks good in orange (ok maybe a select few)

so i kind of grew up telling everyone that orange is my favorite color, even if it wasn’t, until after uni when I decided that no, i don’t like orange and will decide to change that perspective.