I don’t know about you, but I think it’s purple. And, I’ll go even farther to say that it isn’t a cat at all, it’s actually (and obviously) a dog. There’s just no question. It’s a purple dog. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
I am shocked at how many people are still talking about some random person’s dress… three days after they posted it. Really? Our lives have really been reduced to arguing over the color of someone else’s wardrobe, a stranger, no less? Do we really have nothing else to think about?
I think it’s sad that people are so desperate to be a part of something that they obsess over something so… Inconsequential. Does it really matter?
I just feel like this shows the insecurity of most of us as humans. We have purpose and potential, and our time should be more valuable than fighting over a stranger’s dress.
It shows our greater need to be a part of something bigger than ourselves, a perfectly reasonable and valid need. I just think it’s sad that we don’t feel that connection to ourselves or others except in the context of a petty internet argument.
It’s been three days now that I’ve seen that dress clogging my news feed. Let it go.