The Mean Reds

The Mean Reds. Holly Golightly introduced me to that term during Breakfast at Tiffany’s. The first thing you should know is that Breakfast at Tiffany’s is to me, what Star Wars or Star Trek or Harry Potter and even Twilight is to others. It’s more than a movie, it’s like this entire philosophy (Except that Audrey and Gregory Peck are both “entertainers” in the movie – that’s a philosophy I am not recommending)

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

And ladies and gentlemen, as you might have suspected, today I had that feeling.

Normally, I wouldn't be surprised. It's Monday and something in the law has specified Mondays to always suck. But today, P.E. was canceled, the sun was shining, I was chilling with my homegirls most of the time and I barely had any class. I even got a kick-ass math grade. These are characteristics of a Good Day, not of a Mean Reds Day

And yet, I felt off. I was sitting in the bus, across from Girl With The Wannabe Gangster Gucci Shoes, and I was contemplating the sad state of the world. There was something wrong but I couldn’t put my finger on it.(I didn't know what was wrong with me, I knew what was wrong with the girl – her sense of fashion, for starters.) The sun pissed me off, it was too bright. The old lady next to me pissed me off, couldn't she walk a little faster? The man who was on a bike, outside the bus, made me want to tear out my hair - it should be illegal to own purple jeans, sir. And children were dying in Africa.The world SUCKED. I was angry at the world and all its inhabitants. Even puppies. Especially puppies. So, the Mean Reds? They were about as mean as a Chinese dictator.

This is a Chinese Dictator

 Getting the Mean Reds is tough, but getting rid of it is even worse. Holly Golightly was cured the moment she walked into the High-End jewellery boutique Tiffany's, but I prefer to do it my way (also, I don't have a Tiffany's like hers where I live. Here, the only Tiffany's we've got are girls like this:

They're probably all called Tiffany. Or Shaniqua. Or ShaNayNay

The way I got rid of the Mean Reds was through a few of my favourite things. (No not snow on eyelashes and stupid mittens and something with kittens)

 

Watch Breakfast At Tiffany's

 Listening to Continuum

Winningateverything.com

Lamebook

AND OF COURSE REREADING AWESOME EMAILS FROM MY AWESOME FRIENDS