Light Sky Blue
I have beef with the color light sky blue. Now, before you call me a corncob-gobbling maniac, allow me to explain. You see, light sky blue has wronged me in many ways. And by many ways, I mean many terrible ways. Light sky blue has got to be one of the worst colors I have ever come across.
"But wait," I hear you say. "It's just a color." WRONG. Light sky blue is more than a color. It follows me everywhere I go. The unassuming discarded grononla granola bar wrapper? Light sky blue. The shirt with a glaring misspelling that the kind yet unnerving stranger wearing it seemed blissfully unaware of? Light sky blue. The background of that otherwise relatively decent 8th grade school picture? You guessed it. Light. Sky. FREAKING. Blue!
Why I have beef with the color light sky blue[edit | edit source]
Now, I'm a perfectly rational person. I wouldn't randomly pick a fight with any old color. But light sky blue? Light sky blue betrayed me. Light sky blue brought my hopes up, showed me all these wonderful things, only to leave me in a horrible mess. And now I have to explain to the cops that it was not me who spray-painted the cop car light sky blue, while still remembering how it used to be different. I had so many hopes and dreams. And that light sky blue ruined them.
I remember being out in the rain all night. And light sky blue never showed up. Next day, I discovered my pet lobster dead on my kitchen floor. And the color of the picnic blanket that was haphazardly thrown on him as if to say "nothing to see here"? You guessed it: light sky blue. Light sky blue killed my lobster. I ate him for dinner that evening. He tasted like chicken and sorrow.