One of the hardest questions I've ever had to answer is "What is your favorite color?" Although it might seem strange or inconsequential, this question always left me feeling very strange. This was because, unlike most people I knew who were drawn to a specific color, I didn't have a favorite. But for some reason, this question was extremely important to everyone who asked. A response of "I don't know" would receive the response, "Just pick one!" Saying, "I don't have a favorite color," would get the response, "So it's black or white, then?”
These comments by my peers always left me oddly frustrated because, at the time, I didn’t understand why they were unable to comprehend that someone did not have a favorite color. This led to me picking a favorite color based off of other people. My kindergarten teacher adored the color baby blue. Since she was an amazing person, I figured that she must be doing something right with regards to picking a favorite color, so I held on to baby blue. Later, my best friend told me that her favorite color was purple, and I decided to pick that as my new favorite color.
I’m finally coming out and admitting that I don’t have a favorite color. See, I love every color, from the gradient of view of orange and pink I see at sunset, to the storm gray color my mom thinks is extremely boring. I don’t want to pick a favorite color because it feels like doing so will somehow limit my options to express myself. Because, in actuality, what I love are both the colors and the symbolism that accompanies them.
