When I See Red
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One question that is important to remember while reading this theory, is to be answered by each individual on a one on one basis, not as a group. I remember one of my mentors saying to me when presenting a product to a client, "There is a difference on who you are selling this to, and who will buy it. A person is smart, and people as a group, are dumb. Deal with the person, not the people". I think that is great sound advice, but not, where this theory needs to be or go to, right now. So let me go where I need to be, so I can guide you, where this theory is suppose to take us. The question, what is in a color, and how important is that color, when you see it? Now on many levels, a color does many things, it can excite, relax, stimulate, and makes one create and makes one forget about, the other shades in the rainbow when there is no rainbow in sight. I say that from a professional perspective, just as I can, on a personal one, so come with me, and enjoy the patterns you may see on this journey. While in college and studying a high level of marketing strategies, I discovered that colors, signify much more than just a color. I mean this is elementary in many ways, but have you realized that when in a doctors office, the waiting room is an earth tone or something soft? That is to relax you, make you feel comfortable before going into a place you may be nervous about. In all hospitals, the walls are white to create a pure and sterile environment, and dictates to those that work there and visit, this is a clean and detailed kept place, so act, accordingly. In many nightclubs where everything revolves around mystery and sexuality, many things are dark, to hide the flaws, dirt and stains left by the previous person, and to create, an intimate and or erotic environment that you obviously came to be a part of. Even in and on a business level, colors like the color Blue, signifies strength and reliability, where as the color yellow, instills a rush type of behavior in wanting your results, fast. Even when building a company from scratch, a major part and pretty much in the beginning stages on building and creating a companies image, revolves around color, or the color it wants as its representative, or logo. But did you know the color of a car or truck, has a higher and lower rate of stoppage by the police and the insurance carriers? I mean if you drive a bright red Maserati like the one I just bought CJ, the chances on you being pulled over or getting that second look by rubber neckers or whomever, are higher than a person driving a Grey or silver car four door sedan. Its the color that catches our eye, and that color, paints a picture that can either bring out the beauty or beast, inside all of us. So in saying that, let me paint a portrait you hopefully can see about colors, on why certain colors, have made me do things I knew I could not control, in a stereotypical way.
I personally think that in a persons life, they come in contact with three people on a personal and intimate level, that will never leave them. Three significant people, that basically everyone after them, will be measured up or referred to as the standard or measuring stick. These three people are; Those we teach, those that teach us and the one(s) we learn with. I say that because if you want to submit to cupid or not, are immediately in and or was in a relationship you wanted to be in or not, there are at least in my opinion, three people, that leave their mark, if you are with them or not. I remember watching one of my all-time favorite movies, "The Notebook", and Rachel Mc Adams mother in the movie, drove her to this man that she was deeply in love with before her now marriage, that was working slave labor for pennies, in this what seemed to be, construction site or brick yard. This man had her heart, but not her mind of reality on what was most important to her the person, in living the life she wanted to live as a woman, mother and example for the world to see. You see after her sense of reality set it after coming from nothing and seeing even less in her future on how to not just survive, but to live with a man she loved deeply but could not provide the life she needed, she got married to a fine man that provided a great life for her, but did not fulfill her heart like my man swinging that hammer, that Rachel Mc Adams eventually, married and had also, fallen in love with in her soul-mate, the younger hammer swinger waiting on her to see his true colors. There was something about this man that did not see mother and daughter noticing him from a far that was close to the mothers heart, and whatever that is or was, I bet it was stimulated by a color, or the image or shade of that color, that filled her heart he was. I know back in the day when I was ridiculously in love with this girl I knew was not good for me, how hard it was to be with and without her. I mean I could not shake her, no matter how many women I tried to convince myself was better than her. No matter who I surrounded myself with, where I flew to or more, I could not run from my mind and memory of her, and it kept bringing me back to where I knew I did not wanna be, with her or someone like her. I mean its not like I would ever think about going back to "her" now under any circumstances, because I now know, what love is to me. But I swear, it seemed like I had actually went to this street fair and signed up for the "Cupid Come Fuck Me Up With Lust that seems like Love Ride", and he shot me with a arrow that was laced with some dumb-dumb juice from this girls blood when it was that time of the month. I was head over heels in love with this female, not woman, and she took me beyond the cleaners in draining my money, time and energy, she put a brotha on spin cycle for a minute or two and its a miracle I came out, half-way decent and not a woman hater for life, I think and hope. Just this image I had of this woman I did not have in front of me that she was convincing me she was, had my loyalties all fucked up, and I was turning her lies into my truths while surviving in this rainbows of isolated feelings that was based on this color I seen when I looked at her. But one thing I figured out when I had grown past the emotional and lustful part of the relationship or desperately just wanting to be apart of one, was that whenever she knew she had fucked up royally and knew I was at my limit and was going to break up with her, she would show up where ever I was at, wearing something sexy and fitting, and that signature, ruby red, orange based red lipstick, that drives me freakin nuts. So for the ladies reading this, yeah, us men are so dam stupid, I will admit it, and even when we know this train is coming down the wrong track, we still jump out there, buy a ticket, get ran over, look at it, know the next one that looks like this one is the same one, and will do it again without anyone asking us to. So do not take it personal or hold it against us when we fall for the old oakie doke, just help us out, but only when we are true to the lies we tell ourselves. But back to one of my three, I mean she could have begged to be butt fucked by my father and sucked, gargled and swallowed my best friend in front of me after persuading me to drug his drink in my house, wrecked my car, kicked my dogs, drank or poured out my last bit of Blue Label, put my checking account in the negative and more. One of those moments where seriously, you could be considered insane beyond the legal limit, and you would agree with yourself or whomever is listening that it was the worlds fault, not yours. She had me out there like that, and naw, I was not trying to come back, even when I said so in a pool of tears. I was gone, and man, she if nothing else, taught me something, no one else could have taught me. And I thank her for that. See where I was fucked up at then, was that I was dealing with an image instead of reality. I was putting too much on it, and not acknowledging or giving it the respect on what it really was, not what I wanted it to be. I was making it, or thought I was, making into what I wanted it to be, not what it was and needed to be. But back then when I was not thinking, or thinking with just one head, I would see her in this certain shade of lipstick with her nails and toes done the same way, and man oh man, when I seen her like that, I was about as good as a soup sandwich served on a wet napkin to a shaking drug fiend that was not hungry. Thats the truth, and regardless on how crazy that seems to me or you now, it is the truth. I just have this thing about the color red, and can honestly tell you, a major reason I joined the Fraternity I did, was based on the color. So what I learned from all of that, was that even though I am extremely vulnerable to the color or image I wanna see, I can not allow that color, to control the things in my life that are uncontrollable to me when I am not being myself. I had to examine me, and take my emotions and reality, and bring them to a place that satisfied both Angels and Demons, when noticing certain shades and images in my own head. And this goes for colors that I do not like as well, as if I see something in a silver or pewter color, I am instantly turned off. Hell, even my earrings and signature pinky ring that I religiously wear, it took me a little while to get used to them, because even when you shine up platinum, it basically still looks like shiny silver or white gold, and that is not, my favorite color. I like, no, I love red.
I personally think that in a persons life, they come in contact with three people on a personal and intimate level, that will never leave them. Three significant people, that basically everyone after them, will be measured up or referred to as the standard or measuring stick. These three people are; Those we teach, those that teach us and the one(s) we learn with. I say that because if you want to submit to cupid or not, are immediately in and or was in a relationship you wanted to be in or not, there are at least in my opinion, three people, that leave their mark, if you are with them or not. I remember watching one of my all-time favorite movies, "The Notebook", and Rachel Mc Adams mother in the movie, drove her to this man that she was deeply in love with before her now marriage, that was working slave labor for pennies, in this what seemed to be, construction site or brick yard. This man had her heart, but not her mind of reality on what was most important to her the person, in living the life she wanted to live as a woman, mother and example for the world to see. You see after her sense of reality set it after coming from nothing and seeing even less in her future on how to not just survive, but to live with a man she loved deeply but could not provide the life she needed, she got married to a fine man that provided a great life for her, but did not fulfill her heart like my man swinging that hammer, that Rachel Mc Adams eventually, married and had also, fallen in love with in her soul-mate, the younger hammer swinger waiting on her to see his true colors. There was something about this man that did not see mother and daughter noticing him from a far that was close to the mothers heart, and whatever that is or was, I bet it was stimulated by a color, or the image or shade of that color, that filled her heart he was. I know back in the day when I was ridiculously in love with this girl I knew was not good for me, how hard it was to be with and without her. I mean I could not shake her, no matter how many women I tried to convince myself was better than her. No matter who I surrounded myself with, where I flew to or more, I could not run from my mind and memory of her, and it kept bringing me back to where I knew I did not wanna be, with her or someone like her. I mean its not like I would ever think about going back to "her" now under any circumstances, because I now know, what love is to me. But I swear, it seemed like I had actually went to this street fair and signed up for the "Cupid Come Fuck Me Up With Lust that seems like Love Ride", and he shot me with a arrow that was laced with some dumb-dumb juice from this girls blood when it was that time of the month. I was head over heels in love with this female, not woman, and she took me beyond the cleaners in draining my money, time and energy, she put a brotha on spin cycle for a minute or two and its a miracle I came out, half-way decent and not a woman hater for life, I think and hope. Just this image I had of this woman I did not have in front of me that she was convincing me she was, had my loyalties all fucked up, and I was turning her lies into my truths while surviving in this rainbows of isolated feelings that was based on this color I seen when I looked at her. But one thing I figured out when I had grown past the emotional and lustful part of the relationship or desperately just wanting to be apart of one, was that whenever she knew she had fucked up royally and knew I was at my limit and was going to break up with her, she would show up where ever I was at, wearing something sexy and fitting, and that signature, ruby red, orange based red lipstick, that drives me freakin nuts. So for the ladies reading this, yeah, us men are so dam stupid, I will admit it, and even when we know this train is coming down the wrong track, we still jump out there, buy a ticket, get ran over, look at it, know the next one that looks like this one is the same one, and will do it again without anyone asking us to. So do not take it personal or hold it against us when we fall for the old oakie doke, just help us out, but only when we are true to the lies we tell ourselves. But back to one of my three, I mean she could have begged to be butt fucked by my father and sucked, gargled and swallowed my best friend in front of me after persuading me to drug his drink in my house, wrecked my car, kicked my dogs, drank or poured out my last bit of Blue Label, put my checking account in the negative and more. One of those moments where seriously, you could be considered insane beyond the legal limit, and you would agree with yourself or whomever is listening that it was the worlds fault, not yours. She had me out there like that, and naw, I was not trying to come back, even when I said so in a pool of tears. I was gone, and man, she if nothing else, taught me something, no one else could have taught me. And I thank her for that. See where I was fucked up at then, was that I was dealing with an image instead of reality. I was putting too much on it, and not acknowledging or giving it the respect on what it really was, not what I wanted it to be. I was making it, or thought I was, making into what I wanted it to be, not what it was and needed to be. But back then when I was not thinking, or thinking with just one head, I would see her in this certain shade of lipstick with her nails and toes done the same way, and man oh man, when I seen her like that, I was about as good as a soup sandwich served on a wet napkin to a shaking drug fiend that was not hungry. Thats the truth, and regardless on how crazy that seems to me or you now, it is the truth. I just have this thing about the color red, and can honestly tell you, a major reason I joined the Fraternity I did, was based on the color. So what I learned from all of that, was that even though I am extremely vulnerable to the color or image I wanna see, I can not allow that color, to control the things in my life that are uncontrollable to me when I am not being myself. I had to examine me, and take my emotions and reality, and bring them to a place that satisfied both Angels and Demons, when noticing certain shades and images in my own head. And this goes for colors that I do not like as well, as if I see something in a silver or pewter color, I am instantly turned off. Hell, even my earrings and signature pinky ring that I religiously wear, it took me a little while to get used to them, because even when you shine up platinum, it basically still looks like shiny silver or white gold, and that is not, my favorite color. I like, no, I love red.
So why does the color red do it for me, I do not know in all honesty. I mean I think we all are drawn to certain colors and things, that we can not defend or describe if anything needs to be fully explained. I mean think about it, why do many enjoy certain types of music and not others as much? Is it environmental, your surroundings, peer pressure or what? I mean why does a person enjoy certain things over others, and is that what makes all of us different, or differently the same? Why is it to me, more sexy when a woman is accented with this passionate color, and is that color, relative to who that person is or who I make them out to be? I recently told someone that emailed me and asked, "AD, describe your fantasy woman and your first encounter". Man, for me, thats easy. I mean for me, and where I am at in my stage in my life, whomever I give my time to and whomever give me theirs, I want to make our first encounter, memorable, even if it is not the first time. If you know what I mean or not, I am not sure, so let me explain what comes to mind when I think of moments like this. First, I would enjoy flying for hours, and that does not mean physically, it can be mental. Not just mentally going from point A to Z, but traveling and anticipating our meeting, wearing something nice, comfortable and seriously makes a statement without saying anything. I think about sitting in a seat, smiling, reflecting and more, and mentally totally cleaning the slate so I can build a new and improved foundation with this person at this brand new moment. Its like at this point in my life, its not really fair, because all of the things I have seen and experienced, are now all rolled up into one moment, and I am not sure they can absorb that if I present it the way I feel about it. But without a doubt, I want to experience many many years from previous events, into this one encounter, to define the importance it means to me when it happens and we reflect upon it later when it does not. I mean maybe I am expecting too much, but then again, maybe too much is what I need to not make me want anything else. I mean I know when and if I get married, the woman I am hopefully blessed with, will be a woman that has taken me places I have not and could not reach alone or with anyone else. I need for her, to allow me the freedom to become enslaved with each Angel and Demon, while doing the same to and with her. But back to our first encounter, and how her showing up, looking like she does, smiling, grinning like she is and totally making me walk faster at the same cool pace I am demonstrating, is what I am imagining. I am cool, suave but not macho stupid dumb cool, but straight classic in a cool and nerdy type of way cool. I aÃÂm not really feeling myself too much, but touching her with my vibe on a moment we know, we can recall when we need to revisit the place we are now at when we are not there or here, later on. She is standing there, smirk on her face, wearing whatever with the most innocent but devilish glance, but what is prominent, is that red lipstick. That lipstick, color or look that takes things from bad to good, good to great and great to whatever words you can think about when you are not thinking at all. I mean this sensual thought of a womans lips, braced gently against mine with force, and knowing and assuming, she is soaking wet from the dry friction we are creating, simply does it for me. To think of a woman secretly biting on the side of her bottom lip to create that feeling and image of a porno movie, takes me to a sense of reality, I do not think I can explain with my words. That submissive look of power, that only the right key fits, and only the correct man, has. My first encounter will not be a romantic moment, it will be the definition of romance, that romantic moments takes in bits and pieces. You see being romantic is an isolated event that its purpose or meaning, is to end with a result of the effort it was given and thought out. Being romanced, is everlasting. Being romanced, is a culmination of supply and demand, stimulation to utopia from experiencing the depths of sorrow, and capturing lightning in a bottle, you only can or will be able to break, in moments like these that will never end. I remember falling in a make shift love once, and wanting more and more like it was not good enough, but better than what I ever thought it could and would be if I found this un-discovered moment in a natural way. Where it simply was not fair for the person I had conjured up that was physically with me, because there was no way, they could ever be this fantasy woman in red in my head. But as strange and as far out there as that seems, that is what I want to find. That woman, and yes, on the first encounter, that woman that completely fucks me up and make me forget what I was suppose to remember when I had not experienced it yet. To me, that is the first encounter, and the reason, encounters after them are based on colors, when I see red.
So in closing, someone sent this to me while I was finishing up this theory, that I think is as real as it gets, so take a look;
"ADGere, Why is finding someone so difficult? It never used to be this way. It seems the older we get, The more games people play. Everyone is afraid of commitment. Of getting hurt like they were before. No one wants to be on the other side, when someone else closes the door. When we were young, love was just around the corner, but we didn't seem happy with what we had. And now that we have gotten so much older, It all just seems pathetic and sad. What has anyone done to deserve this? So much cheating and so many lies. So many broken hearts; So many weeping eyes. We wonder why people become bitter, And why would they be sick and tired? 'Cause you put all your faith and energy into love, And the life that you have acquired. For myself, I give all that I have; My heart, my soul, my whole being. And yet I still sit here all alone, hoping and waiting for the one I'll be seeing"
That came from a beautiful looking woman, asking the questions, we all ask and tell someone daily. That last question, like this theory, in my opinion, is based on the image we see, want to see and sees us in whatever shade we select to display. This was also a theory about one of my three, and to get you to wear something that stimulates someone else, in a place where you fit in, stand out or calm others around you. Maybe this theory taught you something, maybe it taught me something else or helped both of us reach a level where we can learn with that person in red, when we meet again, for the first time. So the next time your drink a Coke, A Budweiser, smoke a Marlboro, see that Corvette or Brake Lights or tachometer light up or the blood coming out of your skin, understand that it (they) want your attention, and they, are number one in their fields, at that moment. Is that a coincidence, maybe, but maybe the color red, is what is better than the product inside that is not as great as it seems. And yeah, this is a short theory and not as long as maybe you would like, but this is all I need to say, When I See Red. Thanks CC, De Lisa & Bre, and to everyone else, the same. And oh yeah, what is your favorite color. What is the color your wear and the one you need to see being worn on someone else, when you think about what I just wrote about. When you answer that, I think, you will know the next question, when you see red -
May All Be With You As You Are Within It. Enjoy The Moment -
Anthony Douglas Gere
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