Yellow. When I was five, I felt some imagined pressure to choose a favorite color. My sister liked red and my little brother liked blue. I had to like something different, right? I mean, I couldn't copy my twin sister. I couldn't copy my brother. I picked yellow because my reading book at school had a picture of a big yellow balloon on the cover. It was in my head. The big yellow balloon.
Yellow has always been my go-to color. "What's your favorite color?" "Yellow." Always my answer. I don't even like yellow.
Somewhere down the road, I must have given that vanilla answer to Poseidon, because he recently mentioned my favorite color being yellow and all, and I told him I hate yellow. He was appalled. How could I lie to him about my favorite color? I tried explaining that it wasn't really a lie. Declaring yellow as my favorite color was a by default situation, and now it's simply a habit I'm unwilling or unable to break, and not a lie.
"Yellow was in trouble, even then." - Ken Nordine
--Amphitrite
