Last year, a student remarked that I always wore black. This is true. I love black, and now gray as well. Black is easy. Usually, making you appear a bit more streamlined, black also provides a blank palette with which you can select the most outrageous accessories.
Sadly, not long after this particular comment, my aunt told me that I looked "goth". This, by far, is more detrimental than people assuming that I am mourning the death of a loved one. If you are truly mourning, you garner sympathy and a wider berth in your behavior. If you are mistaken for "goth", you actually repel other human beings.
As we prepare to visit friends and attend parties this evening, I am dressed in gray, black, and white...not much of a departure from my normal attire. My nails are lacquered in red, though; a sign that I am incorporating strands of light into my persona, once again. If I put on a little red lipstick, my friends may even think I am fun again. :)
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