How I Found My Favorite Color

Dear Megan,
I was going to tell you the history of my favorite color in the comments, but then I realized that it was WAY too long to be a comment. So I'll just give you my reply in post-form.

First, let's take a look at number 13 in my list of facts....

13. My favorite color is accidently purple. I didn't mean it to be, it just happened...

Uh huh. Yup. Uuuuhh huh. Looks like I wrote that, and all the evidence points to it being true. Now let's take a look at your question:

How is purple your favorite color accidently? I love purple Nina! But most of that stuff is true about me too!

Well, it has a lot to do with the color of my bedroom walls, for some reason or another...

When I was about 6 or 7, my sister and I painted our room lavendar and pale green. It was cute and juvenile. At this age, I was positive that my favorite color was lime green. Not the green I had in my room, but BRIGHT green. I was sure it was. And it stayed Lime Green until I was 13 years old.

When we moved to the wonderful state of TN, I got my own room. It was beige, just like every other room in our house (even our garage was beige), and it stayed that way until Manisha went to college and I was allowed to move into her old room. My mom gave me permission to banish the ugly-beige from it, this time.

Now that I had my own room to paint, I was plagued with the decision of what color to paint it. I had out-grown my old favorite color and, for a while, thought that I was going to paint it red. I thought long and hard, and got the opinions of several people. In the end, I felt like red wouldn't be right for me.

A while later I got fed up and just went, "SURE, I'll paint it purple! I like purple!" So I did, and a couple of my friends came and helped me splatter this nice plum color all over the walls.

So it had been done, and I loved the results. It felt like me, for once, and I could tell that this was going to be the kind of room I hang out in all the time. (And I do hang out in it all the time) But even then, I wasn't sure what my favorite color was. I was definitely inclined to think it was purple, but I didn't want it to be definite. Like I was afraid that once I chose, I could never change it again.

Fast forward a few months and I was at Youth Conference. I was at a dance. It was formal, so I was wearing a floral-lavendar dress with dark purple, butterfly-shaped earings. (It was rather cute, I must say)
I got asked to dance by a boy I knew. While we were dancing, he asked me this:

"So what's your favorite color? Judging by your outfit, I'd guess it's purple?"

At that moment I had an epiphany. He was right... IT WAS PURPLE!!! Why should I deny it? My favorite color was purple!! It just WAS. And I never knew it until that moment of self-revelation.

That was a miraculous moment for me. Sometimes, I feel like other people know me better than I do. But self-discovery is part of what being a teenager is all about. Even if your discoveries are as lame as mine. :D


I hope this explained a few things, and wasn't too long!

Love,
Nina