(longish post, monologue rant no one asked for)
It occurs to me how much brighter my world has become by the way my taste in colours has changed. Which sounds stupid probably but I am that flavour of autistic ig. I follow what visually or audibly matches my feelings at a period in my life. And right now, I'm in a better place than I think I've ever been.
Why did it occur to me?
Because for the entirely of my life, I've hated pastels. Loathed them. I always sought out pitch black and jewel tones and neons. Pastels were completely unappealing to me for no reason other they represented a sort of bright, soft, sense of safety and positivity that, at the time, I was never privy to or could wrap my head around.
This was the image I took as my wallpaper regularly for years between the odd blorbo pics.
This is my wallpaper and theme as of two nights ago.
Even fucking discord I changed. Soft icons.
Is this completely unnecessary and trivial of an observation? Certainly. Is it worth sharing? Fuck if I know what itches your brain.
But the fact I see something as simple as pastels and feel something I couldn't before feels deeply profound in how my perspective has changed. And I think my brain rewiring itself like that is really neat.
I'm happier now. That's new.
