Color me cloudy.

I have to say I'm getting pretty sick of the color grey. It's everywhere. The sky, the ground, the trees, the roads. The sidewalks. The buildings. All grey. Gloomy grey.

Sometimes pretty white flakes fall, and disguise the grey temporarily, but it's still there. Underneath. Waiting to show itself when a bit of warmth tries to cheer me up and instead, melts the pretty white away. The grey attacks my senses with its brooding bleakness. With its neverending nothingness. With its morose melancholy. Oh, the depressing desolation of it. Enough to make the brain want to lobotomize itself.

This is why cars are so important. They come in spicy, cheerful colors. And car washes exist to keep the penetrating grey away. What the hell is it with people buying grey cars, anyways? And silver ones. Silver is a just a fancy way of saying grey. I notice that 80% of the cars on the road are a dismal, dispirited grey. Why do people buy cars the color of the most depressing time of the year? What the hell is wrong with them? Do they not understand? Do they do it on purpose, to torment me? Or are they just so monochromatic themselves that they choose their cars to match their characters? I feel like slapping them out of it. OUT! Out of the deep grey funk you're in! Life should be filled with color and imagination! What the hell are you thinking, a grey car? Dude. Get real. Are you afraid to break out of the greyness? Why even bother with the paint, just throw some clearcoat on that bare metal and have at it.

Seriously. How sad. What's wrong with pretty colors? I want to see pretty colors. I want to see sky blue. And forest green, and aquamarine, and hot fireman red. And sunshine yellow. My car is burnt orange. No matter how much the weather tries, it cannot change the color of my car. It is determinedly bright and perky. Citrus-y, tropical, vibrant. Plus, I keep it clean. It sparkles, it shines, it glows with rich, inviting, glorious color. Winter will never beat me. The sight of my car on a dreary, bleary, ice cold winter day brightens my outlook for hours. Why can't other people understand this? Are they really so masochistic? Oh, look at me. My car is sad. I'm sad. Winter is sad. My fugly grey car reflects my negative, downtrodden, sulky outlook. Feel sorry for me!! Or wait....are they sadistic? How brilliantly evil of them. After all, they can see my happily hued car, but I'm stuck looking at theirs. Bastards! Monochromatic grey bastards!

Well. I'll fix them. A few dozen cans of bright yellow spray paint and a black ski mask, and my winter is about to become a hell of a lot sunnier.

Vandalism. The guy with the grey car made me do it.