As soon as I picked my person to write about, I immediately had to choose the colors that would go with him. Individually, the colors might seem bland and untasteful, but together they create an image which emits a home-like feel of subtle comfort and resonating stability.
Light orange and pale yellow represent his voice, and when he speaks he's always heard. Some people forget to listen, though I wish this wasn't the case. He has a tendency to make himself and his thoughts known when he wants to but can slip into the shadows just as easily without anyone realizing. Besides speaking, he listens. Listening, which he does often, and focusing, which he does just as much of, come with tiny, virtually unnoticeable habits. When he looks at someone as they're talking, he won't cover his mouth with his hand and tends to stay still, except for an occasional head tilt and squinting eyes. He runs his hand through his hair the more focused he gets, and by the end of a stressful day, his hair looks as if it's been spiked up and forcefully slicked down 100 or more times. It's definitely not a bad thing, but it's something that stands out to me. Along with slightly disheveled hair, he rubs the side of his face lightly when he's reading. Sometimes, I get the feeling that he's trying to paste the words onto his skin so he won't forget them.
Pale yellow goes with the third color, brown, and in this case, this gives off a quiet positive energy that's very tangible. The people around him, including me, feed off of this driving many to do their best.
If I'm being honest, this person's strength of mind intimidates me. He has this resilience that nearly crosses a line into stubbornness, acting as if he won't accept anything less than his idea of perfection. In some people's eyes, this might be a trait to admire -and I guess I see where they're coming from- but I secretly think that he needs to allow himself some leeway. I don't know If I can change the way his mind has grown accustomed to working, but maybe there's a chance that he won't be so hard on himself when he misses something or slips up. A lot of people look up to him, but that shouldn't mean he has to be immune to making mistakes. And if he does do something wrong, someone has to remind him that he's human, not a failure.
I wish I could say I am his "best friend" or I know him the most, but I don't. It's hard to write a meaningful, sentimental essay on someone you just started to acquaint yourself with, someone who hasn't come into your life like a wrecking ball, leaving a path to follow, and bit of themself with you when they leave. This essay might've been to be written about someone who has changed you from the very heart, and I would be lying if I said I followed that criteria. But his colours, and the feelings and images they've left me with will be something I will always try to keep with me.
a/n
HEY THERE BLUEBERRY MUFFINS. apparently "soon" for me means either two things: two days or two months... ;)
regardless, hope you enjoyed this. and yeah, it was for an assignment in English. We had to write about a person that we knew, and I chose one of my newest friends. he's amazing, sweet, kind, smart as fuck, just an all-around good person.
-alex
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