First off, I know that this is not really a "serious problem," but I felt like ranting about it anyway.
I've been spending most of the summer repainting the inside of my house. When my family was first discussing the project, I had hopes that we could paint the house something other than boring white. But my mother had othe ideas. She insisted on making everything white. Plain boring white. Unfortunately, I don't have much leverage since I'll be gone in a year, but the house just looks so boring. I managed get them to allow me to paint my room a deep blue-grey (it actually looks really good) and to convince my little sis to make hers a lavender color, but even then my mother was commenting that the color "was just too dark" (even though, in the end, it had plenty of light even by her standards).
You might be asking, who cares? It's just color. But it's gotten kinda bad. You approach my white house, look at the cars in the garage, and see that are white. You walk up the stairs and see that all the walls around you are white. You walk into the kitchen, where you see the white walls, the white frige, the white oven, the white dishwasher, and the white linoleum floor. In fact, every room except for those of my sister (only because I coaxed her into it) and my self are white. Even one of my relatives, when she heard that we were painting the house, asked, "you're not painting it white again, are you?"
Thank you for listening to my (largely pointless) rant.
I've been spending most of the summer repainting the inside of my house. When my family was first discussing the project, I had hopes that we could paint the house something other than boring white. But my mother had othe ideas. She insisted on making everything white. Plain boring white. Unfortunately, I don't have much leverage since I'll be gone in a year, but the house just looks so boring. I managed get them to allow me to paint my room a deep blue-grey (it actually looks really good) and to convince my little sis to make hers a lavender color, but even then my mother was commenting that the color "was just too dark" (even though, in the end, it had plenty of light even by her standards).
You might be asking, who cares? It's just color. But it's gotten kinda bad. You approach my white house, look at the cars in the garage, and see that are white. You walk up the stairs and see that all the walls around you are white. You walk into the kitchen, where you see the white walls, the white frige, the white oven, the white dishwasher, and the white linoleum floor. In fact, every room except for those of my sister (only because I coaxed her into it) and my self are white. Even one of my relatives, when she heard that we were painting the house, asked, "you're not painting it white again, are you?"
Thank you for listening to my (largely pointless) rant.
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