Blue Day

 I don't care if Monday's blue, Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too, Thursday I don't care about you, it's FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE. Forgive me, my dear devoted blog readers and fans of The Cure, because well, oops, I was blue on Tuesday and not Monday. 

Why shouldn't I be?

If you encountered me in the first hours of this day, I probably reacted to your questions and comments as if they were the most ridiculous and uncalled for things in the world. "Why are you commenting on my body?" "I am just dressed up like always," "I just painted my fingernails blue, maybe that's what you're noticing?" But as the day progressed, I realized that the joy was coming from the conversations I was having with people. Even with people I hardly knew. 

I think people are pretty caught up in needing a reason to do something. I hear whispers through the streets that people want Lawrence to be weird again. Why not just be blue when you have the urge to? My motivations are not some secret agenda. I want people to talk to each other about stuff that is happening in the world.

I voted "blue." Yes, they let me vote. Yes, the poll workers loved it. No, I was not blue for political reasons.

I'm serious about this talk to each other thing. Talk to each other about stuff that is happening. Be weird, you don't need a reason or an explanation to be excited about something (especially something abnormal). Who else is gonna do it?