Indie sighed. She couldn't help it. Could she? She was trying to be positive really she was. She was trying to be grateful. But she just couldn't stop the cloud from passing by. Indie couldn't help but feel like somehow it was her mother's doing. Not that she was into the blame game. Yet somehow she could not help but think that she would be less prone to days of "blue" if she had not been christened Indigo Blu . Her mother was an artist and she loved blue. Indie's mom thought it made sense to name her child after the soft, inspiring color. Sure it made sense. Being named Blu perfectly explained why she was always sighing and could never get to the silver lining. Indie couldn't help but think that she would be more cheerful if she had been named Violet or Rose. She tried to be cheerful, really she did. Indie tried to be excited. She had new hip glasses, yet all she could think about was how she had needed bifocals. She wanted to enjoy her new hairstyle but all she could see was the increasing gray. She wanted to enjoy being free and single but all she could think about was how lonely she was. Yeah, it was hard being Indigo Blu.
Footnote 1: yes this does not follow the rule of two characters. But sometimes rules are meant to be broken. Sometimes there is no handsome man waiting just around the corner.
Footnote 2; This is not all autobiographical. Yes I am getting bifocals. Yes the gray is increasing. The lonely part is based on a conversation I had with a friend. Sometimes it happens. But no one needs to worry. I am not Blu!
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