Red Hawk bearded iris
One of my favorite flowers (my grandmother grew all colors in her flower beds) dressed up in my favorite color.
Apparently the fact that red is my favorite color means (depending on who you ask) that I’m:
- action-oriented with a deep need for physical fulfillment and to experience life through the five senses;
- bold, sexually charged, and want to make a lasting impression;
- outgoing, aggressive, vigorous and impulsive, with an ambitious nature that can be abrupt at times, determined to get all I can out of life, quick to judge people and take sides. I’m optimistic and can’t stand monotony, rather restless and not at all introspective, unaware of my own shortcomings. I find it hard to be objective and may blame others for any mishaps.
- extroverted, a person with desire, appetite, a will to live life fully. I am somewhat aggressive, impulsive, perhaps athletic, surely quick to release your feelings and emotions. I have many ups and downs in my feelings. To me, life is meant to be happy, and when it isn’t, I’m confused and upset. I hate monotony, am quick to judge people, quick to form opinions and boldly express them.
And so on. I guess there’s an echo, a (very) vague shadow, of me in there somewhere (there’s probably a bit of everyone in there somewhere) but, honestly, I just think red is really pretty. It’s mostly psychobabble bollocks; if I was the kneejerk hair-trigger adrenaline-junkie person they describe I’d run screaming to a therapist to get that shit sorted out.