Just because you can see it and be equally titillated by it doesn't mean others do.
For the record, I don't like pink. It doesn't fit any color scheme in my head and I find it a turn off. Red, however, gets my attention.
It reminds me of blood, rage and passion. Blue reminds me of calm, placid water.
To say it is not understandable why I favor those two colors is to indirectly indicate that my feelings about being reminded over abstract concepts is not understandable.
Maybe it isn't. I do love things for not only an experience, but the memories attached as well.
Weed reminds me of the Circle in college and my friends. Must be hard for others to understand why I like it when I can easily replicate psychoactive experiences with other drugs or even lucid dreaming.
For the record, I don't like pink. It doesn't fit any color scheme in my head and I find it a turn off. Red, however, gets my attention.
It reminds me of blood, rage and passion. Blue reminds me of calm, placid water.
To say it is not understandable why I favor those two colors is to indirectly indicate that my feelings about being reminded over abstract concepts is not understandable.
Maybe it isn't. I do love things for not only an experience, but the memories attached as well.
Weed reminds me of the Circle in college and my friends. Must be hard for others to understand why I like it when I can easily replicate psychoactive experiences with other drugs or even lucid dreaming.
Slave to the Patriarchy no more
