ドリフェス！ 純哉と黄色の僕

Yellow used to be my absolute favourite colour back when I was a little kid. Before and throughout kindergarten, even during the first few years of elementary school. And then somehow it just got phased out, sort of. Things changed, life happened the way it did, and there was less and less room for yellow in my mind, in my heart, around me in the world. Until it just disappeared, only to be replaced by darker shades of greys. And black. And small splashes of dark purples and greens and blues here and there. And as much as I seem to have a thing for blonds, as much as such characters are often surrounded by yellow, it never really spoke to me again. For example, I love Kida Masaomi. He's been my spirit animal since the first time I got to know him, in many ways. But not the yellow.

And then along came Junya.

It's not just that he's like a celebrity crush to me, but even more so: I wish I could have been him. It's... complicated. The way he saw the light, his light on the stage, the way he was capable to change his life and make it be all about that, the way he could and does go all-in for it... It's admirable and it speaks to me on a very personal level. And in all that, the joy, the energy of that colour surrounds him. 

Through him, I could discover yellow again. I can make sense of it again, I know where to look for it, I know what it is... I have a desire to have it in my life again. With him I can, and that's something I'm deathly afraid of losing.

It may just be more personal than what my subconscious allows me to put into words, so I apologise if this doesn't make much sense. I had to get it out there, either way.