My friend JP likes to remind me that the sky is purple in my world. Ok now before you click away thinking this is some reference to my acid tripping days, be assured that I have not ever taken that particular drug.
This is just JP’s way of saying “ok weirdo” and it’s a reference to something I once told him. I wonder sometimes if my perception of color is the same as your perception of color. Someone points to the sky when you are very young and teaches you to call it blue. Everyone knows that the sky is blue, but who’s to say that what you perceive as blue from my perspective isn’t actually what I would call purple?
Ok so maybe it is a trippy idea… that explains why he stared at me for 30 seconds like I was popping imaginary bubbles in thin air. Now he won’t let me forget it!