I remember, as a kid, going through my brand spankin' new Crayola crayon box and picking out the colors I liked best. There were a few I didn't care for, like magenta and dandelion {I mean, really?}. And then, there was that one crayon I just felt sorry for---the white one.
Scoff if you wish, but I really did pity the white crayon! It was always the one to stay sharp for just about forever, and I only used it so it wouldn't feel bad. I was an interesting child.
Enter this thought-worthy status. Once again, I identify with the white crayon. Bless the person who created this, for it fits me exactly.
I'm not exactly single, nor am I 'taken.' No, I get about as much attention as a white crayon.......but I don't mind now. If I were blue-green, orange, or magenta, I'd have {metaphorically speaking} kids grabbing for me all over. And with my character, that would make me puff up with pride.
Nah, I'm a white crayon. Because of this, I only attract certain people. Certain special, wonderful people, who see the rather interesting girl, peeking out from behind her white crayon exterior.
Single-not really
Taken-not exactly
Found someone who appreciates white crayons-Maybe so ♥
love always,
-L
7 comments:
hahaha awhh thats funny yet cute!!
x.
I love this post! I found your blog today and all your posts are beautiful and I can practially connect with them all!
I was the one who always made Mom buy black contruction paper so I could use the white crayons. Poor things.
Cause I don't want to be nodiced and liked by a lot of people, just the people who like me for who I am.
~Hazel
theradicalmeasure.blogspot.com
what a perfect way to put this!! so very can relate :)
sam*
are you in a relationship?
Love this analogy so dearly!!!
Talia
girlzofgod.com
That sounds like me in a lot of ways!
love this!
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