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I might as well be a robot that answers to the colors red, yellow, and green. Of course, I can't blame the colors themselves, for being so reasonable in contrast to my inability to explain the nuances of all the shades in between. Orange and blue are real, I tell you. And what about teal and tangerine?

I'd consider professional purple if I had to, but nothing's convincing me that orange and blue weren't a coy test of your ability to believe anything. Evil's afoot, my sister's psychic healer told me, and there's very little you can do to convince me otherwise. Did I say very little, because I meant to say virtually nothing.

Orange is married in fact, and blue's just bored in its own life. It's impossible on any level of reality, other than email, to prove that following your dreams and being your best self need involve anything other than red, yellow, and green, just think about it.

Do I have a choice? No, not really. Unless you're going to keep believing in unknowns, while I sit comforted in "reality". Injecting the new and logical suggestion of evil, what kind of fool would give up on their own family? For a false view of a fantasy, a made up hope, nothing's going to convince me at this point that it makes any sense to let you go.

But I need to pursue this, I want to. It's evil, plus there's no proof, never will be. Oh.