'Start wearing yellow, wearing yellow'. Paraphrasing a Gogol Bordelo song, today I will talk about a specific type of person, the person who wears yellow. I will never be that kind of person, mostly because yellow is not a colour that should be worn ever. Unless perhaps you are five years old and you are dressed up like a bee or something.
Yellow is a really annoying colour. I don't know why though, I cannot pinpoint its annoyingness. Yellow only looks good on roses (mainly due to the contrast with green). Yellow on clothes screams 'I am different' (but in a bad way). It is sour, a sour colour, reflecting a sour mood. It looks as if the person wearing it is a giant annoyed lemon, spitting bitchiness to the people around them.
Moreover, it compliments NO haircolours: blondes look washed up, red-haired ones look rainbow children and brunettes, oh brunettes look just wrong.
Most importantly however, yellow sucks so much because it is not orange. If you want to be different, to show your sunny side, to wear some colour (on your otherwise dull wardrobe), wear orange. When yellow is sour, orange is sweet. When yellow is too much, orange is subtle. When yellow is childish, orange is adult. When yellow is stiff, orange is playful.
Perhaps this the best way to define things in life in general: contrasting them with something else. Perhaps nothing is something by itself: white is not white, white has no definition, it is not black. Good is not good, it is not bad. Maybe this will solve the problems of centuries of philosophical contemplation: negative definition. There are no good ways to define some things but maybe others are better. Or not? Because if we say that good is not bad then the weight falls into defining bad. Is bad more easily defined than good? If not this is totally circular. Is this bad? Maybe good is not bad and bad is not good and that's all.
I'm confused.
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