Green's the new Black, Pink's the new White and You're the new Me
Right. So I'm walking along in the airport and I say to myself, I say, "Ol' Matty, I think Green is a very, very hip colour. I need to get some nice Green t-shirts."
I'm smiling as I do this. Green's a great colour. A muchos fashionable girl once told me I was a "winter" guy. I remember that: I'm supposed to wear browns and greens; apparently this matches my eyes and hair and "aura" and will make me incredibly beautiful and all the girls will like me and want to marry me and have hundreds of children and make fancy dinners for me. So I figure, hell - GREEN is a winter colour. And it's such a cool colour.
As I continue walking along, planning on just how many nice Green t-shirts I am going to buy that will revitalize my incredible new sense of fashion, I notice a guy walking in the opposite direction wearing the *exact* colour of Green shirt I wanted. I smile at him, give him the thumbs up and a very masculine head nod, which for some strange reason he quickly looks away from.
I'm still beaming about how I just all of a sudden can't stop thinking about Green t-shirts, and soon enough, I see another person, this time a hip looking teenager, wearing the same colour Green I have been envisioning. And a few steps later, another 20-something wearing Green.
And another person.
And another.
And another.
By the time I got to the exit I had seen 12 people wearing the exact colour of Green that "I had come up with" to be a cool, hip coloured t-shirt. The colour I had decided...on my own...that was going to be a great colour of shirt for me to wear. Did I come up with the idea myself, I start thinking? My god...has the Machine infiltrated my mind again?
No, I tell myself. I'm original. I'm my own person.
I get to the parking lot, turn on the Ol' Car and listen to the radio. The girl on the radio is going on and on to her co-host about how she just went shopping for new clothes. She got a bunch of new shirts, she says. What colours, he asks her.
"Well, lots of Green!" she boasts, "Didn't you know? It's the new Black!"
I'm smiling as I do this. Green's a great colour. A muchos fashionable girl once told me I was a "winter" guy. I remember that: I'm supposed to wear browns and greens; apparently this matches my eyes and hair and "aura" and will make me incredibly beautiful and all the girls will like me and want to marry me and have hundreds of children and make fancy dinners for me. So I figure, hell - GREEN is a winter colour. And it's such a cool colour.
As I continue walking along, planning on just how many nice Green t-shirts I am going to buy that will revitalize my incredible new sense of fashion, I notice a guy walking in the opposite direction wearing the *exact* colour of Green shirt I wanted. I smile at him, give him the thumbs up and a very masculine head nod, which for some strange reason he quickly looks away from.
I'm still beaming about how I just all of a sudden can't stop thinking about Green t-shirts, and soon enough, I see another person, this time a hip looking teenager, wearing the same colour Green I have been envisioning. And a few steps later, another 20-something wearing Green.
And another person.
And another.
And another.
By the time I got to the exit I had seen 12 people wearing the exact colour of Green that "I had come up with" to be a cool, hip coloured t-shirt. The colour I had decided...on my own...that was going to be a great colour of shirt for me to wear. Did I come up with the idea myself, I start thinking? My god...has the Machine infiltrated my mind again?
No, I tell myself. I'm original. I'm my own person.
I get to the parking lot, turn on the Ol' Car and listen to the radio. The girl on the radio is going on and on to her co-host about how she just went shopping for new clothes. She got a bunch of new shirts, she says. What colours, he asks her.
"Well, lots of Green!" she boasts, "Didn't you know? It's the new Black!"
1 Comments:
Did you start wanting green shirts after you saw mine?
-kmf
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