Colour

I was thinking how to match my clothes to the colours I was presented with. It seems I was being given a choice. White and gold and silver and blue. The combinations of these were striking me as something I would like, they seemed to compliment each other, but when I looked harder someone told me that in fact the only choices left to me now were in fact white and blue, and someone else said do you think you can make friends in those colours? It was a pleasant blue, of little offence to anyone, it was something of a sky to a mid blue, but sadly, I shook my head and said no, although I liked the blue and I liked the white, those colours wouldn’t do, as they wouldn’t bring me friendship. So I looked at my friend, the only black friend I have, and he was wearing blue and white, and his favourite sport was golf. And I hate golf. He said he couldn’t make friends in these colours. But he was my friend, and I said I can’t wear the same as you, two friends can’t be seen together in the same coloured clothes. So I ended up choosing gold and white, even though gold wasn’t a choice for me any longer. It didn’t matter to me how I looked any more, the colours weren’t important, all that was important was that I could be friends with someone.