I hope it doesn't come off as creepy but now I'm super curious what's the purple paint story?
PURPLE PAINT STORY TIME: Okay one time when I was little and I mean LITTLE LITTLE like less than 5 years old type little, I was very bored one night. Now some back story of little me: I was a creative kid, alright? I LOVED painting and drawing and all the artsy/creative stuff and my family encouraged it heavily, so naturally, my room was full of artsy and creative stuff. Anyway, I had tons of that crayola washable paint in my room, which I had my own of at that time, I believe my brother was still a baby or not born yet because I don’t remember him sharing a room with me yet. And I fucking HATED sleeping and nap time. So one night, mom and dad put me to bed for the night and closed the door and went to their room. I decided that I wasn’t tired and wanted to stay up, so I got out of bed as soon as they left and turned on the light again. I didn’t want to make noise so I didn’t turn on the tv or anything. SO. To cure my boredom as kids who didn’t want to sleep do, I took out the paints and I set them on this piano bench I had in my room next to some keyboard I had. I took out the purple paint. And by purple paint, I mean like this shit
I was wearing some all white pjs too. I was also SUPER pale and SUPER light blonde. So I was like a walking ball of white, okay? So, I DUMPED this purple paint on the piano bench that was easily as big as me. In the dead of the night. When I was supposed to be asleep. And you know what little ball of white me did?
I ROLLED in the shit on the piano bench.
I rolled around in the purple paint. I COVERED MYSELF FROM HEAD TO TOE IN THE PURPLE PAINT. Not an inch of me was uncovered. I used the ENTIRE BOTTLE. The little walking ball of white turned into a walking ball of purple.
And walk I did.
After I DOUSED myself in the purple paint and got it all over the piano bench and the floor, I decided that I did not want my bed covered in paint. That was my bed and I didn’t want to ruin it by getting paint all over it.
So, I left my room. I of course didn’t want my parents to know I was awake. So, I got on all fours and crawled into their room (to this day I don’t remember if they were awake or asleep or what, all I remember is that the light in there was definitely on). I crawled through their room, through the jack-and-jill bathroom that connected it to my nana’s room. I crawled into my nana’s room and simply walked up to her bed where the light was off and she was sleeping. I just walked up and said in the sad little me voice “Nana I can’t sleep, can I sleep in your bed for the night?” and she woke up briefly and was like “yeah sure hunny, come on in.”
Poor, poor Nana and her poor, poor all white bedset sheets.
(They woke me up in the morning and was very angry at the fact that I sufficiently coated tHE ENTIRE HOUSE FROM MY ROOM TO MY NANA’S BED IN PURPLE PAINT WHILE I SLEPT IN HER BED LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL AND WOKE UP COVERED IN DRY PAINT AND THEY SENT ME TO A BATH IMMEDIATELY AND EVERYTHING IN THE HOUSE HAS TO BE CLEANED DOWN AND MY MOM CALLED ME THE PURPLE PEOPLE EATER FOR THE NEXT EVER.)
And yeah, that’s the purple paint story.