by Veronica Louis
I came across an interesting entry in the journal my English teacher made us keep in high school. I was 15, and I thought writing about color gender was more meaningful than writing about my future. Yet, I have to agree with my 15-year-old self, when she wrote that the difference between Honey (my English class journal) and other males, was that Honey, understood me.
October 7, 1998
(*The topic may be subject to change without notice).
Dear Honey, I decided to change my handwriting for this entry. Which one do you like best? Like this or like this? Like this is faster but like this is nicer. Anyways, for this entry, I’ll stick to like this.
Anyways, Honey, today my topic is my future (Thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking). Come to think of it, Honey, I really have nothing to say about my future. I don’t know what I’m going to be yet and I don’t want to know, yet.
So instead, I’ll be sharing with you how I view going to school. (Thinking, thinking), Sorry Honey, I changed my mind again. I really want to say something meaningful, but I don’t believe these topics would let me express meaningful expressions.
Okay, here is something meaningful to talk about: You might find this funny or you might find this weird. Ever since I was a kid, I always thought that colors had sexes. I still think that colors are either male or female. Eg. Red=male, Blue=male, Yellow=female, Orange=male, Purple=female and Green=male.
Do you see what I mean? For me, all my colors or either a boy or a girl. That’s how come I think of you as a boy, Honey. You are green. Oh, I’m sorry if I didn’t clarify your sex earlier, Honey, but in my mind, I was always writing to a male. The only difference between you and other males, is that you understand me.
“Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus,” right? Wrong. You’re also from Venus (don’t worry, it’s a good thing). I luv u Honey : )