Flowers? I don’t really like them.

Bright Pink, a photo by RegRRs on Flickr.

I don’t like pink. I don’t like flowers. So why am I posting about one?

I don’t like pink. I don’t like flowers. But I like shooting and I don’t have to like them to appreciate them.

It’s like working with people around you. You can’t like and please everyone. There’s always someone out there who have personalities that just gets on your nerves and what’s more? You have to work with them.

Admit it, there’s someone out there whose presence alone starts wearing your patience out. If you actually stop to think about it, what did s/he ever do to you? And then you start thinking s/he’s like this and that and whatever. When you actually sum it all up, s/he just existed and you started hating him/her on the fly. Didn’t you?
You’re probably thinking of said person right now. How s/he talks, walks, sits, stands, his/her posts on facebook/instagram/twitter/#some #random #social #media. Anyone popped into your mind yet? Oh yes. Him/Her/Them. #YesThem #Her #Him #AnnoyingRight?

Sometimes we have to admit that despite of all the “hate” we have for them, there are times we have to work with them and they actually do a decent if not a good job though we sometimes want to deny it because, you know, we’re not suppose to like said person.

So…
I don’t like pink. I don’t like flowers. But I like shooting and I don’t have to like them to appreciate them.

And the point of all this? I just needed an excuse for posting/shooting a bright pink flower which I don’t like (the flower and color I mean).

P.S. Over the years I’ve grown to associate flowers with death. Especially those with a distinct odor.