I was driving my son to school this morning and he said, “Oh my God! Look at that woman! She looks so depressed!” By the time I looked over she had driven by, so I didn’t get a look at her. But she definitely had an effect on him.
It got me wondering…what makes a person’s world so blue? And why do we call it blue anyway? I love the color blue! I would never associate blue with depression or sadness. If I had to think of a color for it I would say beige. Beige is depressing. It’s not white and it’s not the classy ecru, it’s just blah.
A lot of people are beige…sorry! We’re not talking about beige people, we are talking about blue ones. I’ll write a post about the oh so boring ones later.
While that woman had an outright look of being blue, a lot of people walk around hiding theirs. In fact, some people become masters of it. A master I am not, which is why acting and writing are such great outlets for me. Also rom coms!
Speaking of which, I watched two last week. I weeped at the endings! What a sucker I am for the happily every after! It was a good cry not a bad one (there is a difference). It was actually quite cathartic for me because I have to keep a brave face for everyone because I am viewed as the pillar of strength. I have to be honest with you. I mean brutally. I’m tired of having balls! It goes against my nature. I’m a woman!
On my worst possible day, which is probably after I have gotten a threatening text, mean phone call, or been released from a job, I might resemble that woman in the car my son saw. It’s a rare occurrence for me but it does happen. I am human after all. Most days I have a pretty sunny disposition.
If you have been reading my blog for awhile then you know I am an actress. On the average I meet over fifty new people a week. We spend a great deal of time together. They dress me, position me, direct me, photograph me, video me, do my make up and talk. They talk a lot.
What I find most fascinating, almost sad really, is that most people who are in a relationship, really wished they weren’t. I never felt this way when I was married, which is why I am always so astounded when people talk about their dog more than their spouse.
When I see someone staying with someone for a myriad of reasons other than they love the person, I just don’t get it! People have a million excuses why they won’t leave too. I was the master of them; but when you start to look blue, it’s a pretty good indicator that while you think you might be fooling yourself, you aren’t fooling anyone else. And if you get to that point, you’re pretty much beige because while you think you are living a life, you aren’t really living at all.
The point is, don’t be blue! Be orange…purple…pink even. Maybe all three! Whatever color you choose, be happy.