You probably want me to quote Aristotle or Shakespeare, but oh no....I'm not that deep, so here goes...................
"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh,no- you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no -I'm sorry- I want magenta!""John Mayer
No, John-I dont have this problem ! I meet the wanna be crayolas, that are really some off brand. Sure, they HAVE 64 color (sometimes more) but they are dysfunctional and don't color at all like they promise to on the box.I think I am def. a 64 color box. Sure most of mine are broken, and my metallic gold wrapper has been peeled off, and Pea-Soup Green has been chewed (don't act like you never tried a crayon with a food name)..but in the end, my picture still looks pretty vibrant compared to the more "primary" colored ones.
I just wish I could meet a PURPLE every once in a while. I thought Nick was a "Sea Foam Green". I never meet anyone that simple, yet interesting. I always meet the REALLY waxy crayons that look so vibrant and great in the box, but once you try to color with them, they are a different color than what you expected.