Thoughts on Colors and Humanity

So, what is your color?  I sound like a racist.  Let's try this again.  What is your favorite color?  Mine is turquoise. Reminds me of Maui Ocean and my favorite French porcelain I saw at Hillwood estate.  We carry within us a certain perception we have of ourselves.  Yes, I am turquoise.  Hold that thought.

I am busy collecting reviews as they are currencies for anyone doing any business online.  I read reviews 99% of the time before buying, and that 1% is because someone already told me about the product, so yes, I understand the 'social proof' of things.  However, my twisted mind gets very uncomfortable whenever I hear the word 'social' proof, and I want to know what kind of 'society' is approving whatever it is approving.  I read a horror story long time ago called "Lottery", by Shirley Jackson.  I do not care for horror stories, but I can handle zombies and monsters with my lightsaber (ok wrong story).  Bring it on!  I am not afraid of those ugly and scary looking make-believe things.  I am afraid of our flawed humanity.

In large groups, our individuality (color) seems to fade, and we can blend into a shade of darkness,  like mixed paint turning black. We succumb to madness or even commit horrendous acts, as history has repeatedly shown.  Did you ever think that your son could be involved in gang rape?  The pages of history are stained with blood... that of the Holocaust, the Rwandan Genocide, the Cambodian Genocide, the Armenian Genocide, the Slavery in America, and the Trail of Tears... While it was powerful and evil people who started this, we had collective responsibility in all these atrocities.  After all, it is the story of humanity, and not lemming history.

I like light stories, but it is my lack of sleep causing this writing.  

Although I like turquoise, it is highly unlikely that I will wear anything turquoise. it does not look good on me.  As a matter of fact, most of my clothes are black.