The colour white

I think I hate the colour white now. I use to think it was a nice colour it was bright and it went with everything. Now I hate it. I no longer think its bright. White is plain, boring, dull. And it never lies. And I know that is peculiar thing to say but it’s true. White is an honest colour. Everything mark and every stain is shown, there’s no hiding it. But black on the other hand is a liar. There could be a thousand stains on black but most of the time it’s very hard to tell. I think this works the same as people. The good people are like a white cloth, plain, clean and predictable. Every stain, every sin they do is so clearly out of place. The bad, the evil, they are like a black cloth. Every sin they commit blends into there personality. They are completely unpredictable. Just as likely to tell horrendous lies, as they are to tell you the truth. This makes them about a thousand times more interesting. But also a thousand times more likely to stab you in the back. I know this analogy doesn’t work for everyone in everything there are shades different colours. But I still love this metaphor even if it doesn’t one hundred precent make sense.

P.S this is a part of a story/story idea not my actual thoughts.