I once had a friend (a long, long time ago), who wrote in our yearbook his favourite colours would be multi and black. He was a nice guy, who sadly wanted to draw a line after school and leave everything and everyone behind. So I never saw him again. Well, I guess friendships are multicolour. You just don't look for a moment and whosh! the colour changed and everything is different.
Life itself is multicolour. Which is good, because everything staying one way always is just boring. For a while this might be comforting, but it can become a cage. And then you just want to break out. Even if it means to destroy everything you've lived for so far.
Multicolour can be very annoying. In furniture shops there are sometimes arrangements shown for children's rooms. In bright multicolour. Even as a child, I've disliked those. How can someone live in a room that hurts the eyes after five minutes already? Unimaginable.
Moods are also multicolour. You can enter a room full of people and feel the atmosphere, but the moods of the people will be all different and individual. This is what makes conversations so difficult, in my opinion. I say something which I mean all nice and shiny and the other person receives it as totally mean. Always a mystery for me.
This post is the last one in this week of colours. Francesca posted her thoughts and pictures to it here.