I have issues. A whole lot of issues. Hey, we all do. Well, all the interesting people do.

My issue is with the color red. Why? Because red is my color. It always has been. Even as a child, red was my signature color. My beret. My scarf. My class pictures. Always with the vibrant, primary red.

Fast forward to 2012. Toronto, Canada. Everybody and their elderly grandma is decked out in red. Their hats, scarves, and mittens are red. Every other person is wearing a red beret. The nerve!

I need to start identifying with orange or yellow.

I hate to be common.