Black

For one of my English classes, we had to write and essay on the following prompt: If you were represented by a color, what would it be and why?

I am definitely black. When most people think of black, they think of depression and darkness. While it is true that I am frequently in dark moods, black appears to be a very simple color. It is, in fact a very complex color. In light, it is the absence of colors, while in life, it is all the other colors mixed together. Both of these outlooks describe me.

As an absence of color, black shows my background, moving from place to place with nothing to distinguish it from any one else's life. I have never been the best at any one thing. At the same time, I have never been utterly terrible at anything I set my mind to.

Black made up by all the other colors also describes me. Everything I have tried, I have been somewhat successful. Nothing really exemplary, but I have tried my hardest. I have done a little of just about everything, and consider myself a very well rounded individual. I'm very open minded to new ideas, and the many places I have lived have all given me ideas that have mixed together and formed my present personality.

Black is also very hard to judge. If you see into a black room, you can't tell where it begins and ends. I am the same way. Most people make one of two misjudgments about me. If they meet me in person, they always judge me to be a jock, and treat me as if my mind were inferior. Or, if they were to meet me somewhere that they would not see me, such as on the telephone or an internet channel, they would judge me to be a computer nerd or an intellectual, and assume that I am small and weak. I am a contradiction in terms, as is black, the combination of everything or the absence of everything, depending on the way you see it.