When I talk about morality of memories, it fucks me up. I never liked the color white, I just didn't. And I'm not even referring to the President of USA, or the color of White House, or Justin Trudeau for that matter. This is not even a political post. It's not even about my dark childhood memories that I unintentionally fell in love with the color black. And again, I'm not referring to the skin color of First lady of 44th President of USA, or male genitals for that matter. Is this making you uncomfortable already? I watched a movie recently, it addresses the appearance of a person, which reminds me of someone I met lately. They said, I look beautiful. It disturbs me for the fact that everyone I know loves me for the little knowledge of things and I had never thought of beauty in particular. I thought I was beautiful because of virtue but for someone who doesn't know me at all, to call me beautiful, is absurd. Do you see how fucked up that is? They say, beauty never goes with brains. But when I say, I'm gonna be a polymath someday, it fucks them up equally.