Should I have a favorite color despite my blindness?
“Yeah, I really like the color blue.”
“But why? It’s not like you can see it. Why would you even bother?”
Although the question pisses me off, this person is right in asking that. I’m blind. I can’t see. Why should I bother with colors? What’s the point? This also reminds me of what Austin said to me during his interview. We’re meant to actually have eyes, and not having eyes screws things up in our brain.
Anyway, this caused me to ask the question to myself. Why do I like the color blue? I haven’t seen it since my eyes were removed as a baby. So why?
The answer is surprising, and somewhat embarrassing. Not for me, but if you’re ashamed of watching Power Rangers or anime, then it might be embarrassing for you. but not for me.
So. The first time I cared about colors was when I watched Power Rangers S. P. D. This was my first ever Power Rangers series. While the colors of the rangers were only names to me, I really liked Sky Tate, the blue ranger.
His dad used to be the red ranger, and the leader of the team, before he lost his life during a mission. He wishes to be the same, and has a massive chip on his shoulder as a result. And that, ladies and gentlemen, struck a chord with me.
Why wouldn’t it? Here I am, suffering taunts and jeers from other people during my whole life, coupled with crippling self-doubt which still plagues me to this day, it is not a surprise that I liked Sky, and the color blue as a result.
Vegeta played a huge role in it as well. The color blue is heavily incorporated with him, whether it be his Saiyan armor, or the color of his energy attacks. Vegeta himself has a complex, with which I have identified. Look, as a blind person, I received a lot of undeserved praise for doing the simplest of tasks. That kind of goes to your head after a while.
You start to believe in your own hype, giving you an overinflated and false opinion of yourself, never mind the reality of your situation. When things don’t go your way, you start to throw a tantrum. Vegeta is kind of the same. So again, no wonder he struck a chord with me as well, even though it is a side which people would rather not acknowledge about themselves.
As a result, the color blue has become a symbol of my struggles, and a hope of something which I probably will never attain. That is, gaze upon this color one day with my own eyes.
Until that day comes, I’ll satisfy myself by wearing blue clothes.
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