You know when your brain just drags memories out of whatever subconscious vault memories are stored? It's a gamble. It can be a great memory, a bad one, or maybe one that just kinda warrants a sarcastic "Gee thanks brain."

I was just happily listening to Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea (which I am obsessed with) and my brain was like "Hey remember that time you asked your parents if you could add a little more black clothing to your wardrobe and they started teasing you about it?" 

It wasn't all that bad, they were just kinda like "Don't go turning into an angsty teen on us," and stuff. But for some reason I'd gotten really flustered and said something about wanting shirts with black backgrounds so the design could pop more and wanting black jeans to play spy like when I was little. And it still makes me uncomfortable and I don't know why?

I do still want to add a little more black to my wardrobe. I recently decided that black is a...comforting color? I don't like white because it feels totally empty and lonely to me, but black at least feels like there's something there, even if you can't really see it? Like, usually when I imagine a void it's completely white because that feels more empty. does that make sense?

Anyway, that's one of those memories where I just feel like "Gee thanks brain." The lack of comma between thanks and brain is on purpose because when I'm being sarcastic I can hear the lack of punctuation in my voice. It's all inflection. "Gee thanks brain."

Okay, bye.