Gray Area & Blue Characters – I

Written by a blue character

Chapter I

What problem do you have with the Gray Area, guys? Huh?
I mean… seriously. Can someone help me out here?
Why does everyone hate it?

Man, I’m supposed to be rescued from this mess!
But here I am, clueless and stranded—like a buck grazing peacefully with the herd until BAM… we stumble straight into the Gray Area.

CRISIS MODE. Right?!
Don’t leave me alone in this muddy ambiguity! I beg you.

See, most people can’t even hear the term “Gray Area” without gagging.
They act like it’s contagious. Repulsive. Unworthy of their sophisticated sensibilities.
Like they’re too noble, too clean, too “refined” to acknowledge that space between black and white.

And let’s not forget:
They believe they’re above such “cheap stuff”.
That this low-level nuance is for lesser beings—creatures like me, apparently.

So please… don’t wake me up from this tragicomic dream.
Or better yet—wake me up before you go-go.

Here’s the kicker: you say one meaningful word—”compromise,” “balance,” “context”—and they flinch, as if you’re dragging them into the GRAY!

People are suffering, man.
Can’t we find a better way to handle this than just metaphorically shooting anyone who doesn’t pick a side?

Despite the world being full of vile, nauseating headlines…
People somehow find joy in dumping their hot rage on this poor, confused Gray Area.

And it’s not just a concept—it’s an aesthetic!
Gray keyboards, gray computer cases, gray menus in software, gray desks in luxury hotels, even the legendary ICQ interface… ALL GRAY!
Yet no one blames them. Nope. Only the “Gray Area” gets the hate.

Let’s talk honestly here—(okay, that’s a lie).

Who decided white means virtue and purity?
Who decided black is evil?
And who declared gray the spawn of moral chaos?

People hate gray more than they hate black!
Black is accepted as the uniform of villains, but gray? Oh, gray is worse. It’s confusing.

“Pick a side,” they scream.
“Be clear: Black or White!”

Okay then, show me the clarity of BLACK.
Maybe swing by the Mafia’s HQ and tell them their iconic black blindfolds were actually symbols of honesty. Surprise!

I mean, yeah… black is so clear it lands you straight in jail.
So I guess the lesson is: read more about the criminal ambiguity of gray!

Actually, scratch that. I’m going into business.
I’ll buy every inch of gray fabric in this galaxy (and the next) wholesale, and sell it retail to stylish crime syndicates.
Step aside, Gates. There’s a new gray billionaire in town.

Let’s be honest—your finite thoughts haven’t come close to the shoreline of their thinking.
And I hate to say it, but the truth is WHITE. Obviously. Because someone said so.

Night is black. Coffee is black.
My computer cable is black. My nose hair is black (yes, I checked).
The color that fills the room when you turn off the light? BLACK.
Even Mafia ties used to be black.

Oh, and my future? If I stay trapped in this Gray Area?
BLACK.

All of the above are fragments of a greater truth.
And since the Whole Truth is WHITE, by some divine deduction…
ALL THESE BLACK THINGS… are secretly WHITE!

Sorry for stating the obvious.
And sorry it took me forever to get here.
But hey—you already called me dumb, remember?

To be continued…