Who is the Purple Little Girl?
There was once a purple little girl who got lost in a black and white world.
When all the other little boys and girls were asked to choose their colors, they chose either black or white. But the purple little girl chose purple, because she likes it. And maybe because when she was little, well, even more little than she is now, her mother
combined a piece of blue clay, a color she liked but no that much, and a piece of red clay, a color which she didn’t like at all, and it became purple. Just purple. And she liked it, because it was just right.
The purple little girl thought she was special. She thought she had something none of the other black and white little boys and girls have. She drew purple butterflies, while the they wrote 0s and 1s on the top of arm chairs.She wrote sugar-coated poems,
while they wrote source codes in the back of notebooks.The purple little girl thought her purple butteflies and her sugar-coated poems made her special.
Perhaps the purple little girl was more whimsical that the other black and white little boys and girls, or perhaps she was not. “For there is no actual measure for whimsy,” or so says the other white little boy, who looks more little than the other black and white little boys and girls.
Or perhaps the purple little girl didn’t get the memo, “All little boys and girls in the Black and White World should be choose either black or white”.
The purple little girl tried to fit in. She really did.
But when the teacher told them to add 1 + 1, the purple little girl answered 2, for that is all she know, while the other white little boy, the one that looks more little than the other black and white little boys and girls, answered 10. “One-zerO,” he says and not “Ten”.
And when the teacher told them to make a game of maze, the purple little girl’s allowed the player to walked through walls. When the teacher told to make a game of tetris, the purple little girl’s blocks won’t come down.
The black and white world is simply not for the purple little girl.
Or maybe all she needs is to do is to try harder.
Would throwing away her fluffy purple pen and glittery purple notebooks in exchange for a no nonesense black laptop help her fit in? Or dunking her purple stuffed toy cat in blank paint?
There are times when the purple little girl thought of painting the black and white little boys and girls purple, like the Queen of Hearts ordering the white roses in her garden to be painted red. Not that the
purple little girl likes the Queen of Hearts, the “Off with their heads” part gave her the fright.
There are also times when the purple little girl thought of leaving the black and white world, like a bird flying out of its cage.
But little boys and girls are not roses.
And the purple little girl wouldn’t leave the black and white world. Because deep inside, she knows that she didn’t really got lost in the black and white world, instead she chose to come here.
It just didn’t turn out the way she expected it to be.
