Emotions:
I spill paint, and in the process of cleaning it up, I knock another bottle down.
This slowly mixes with my other spilt paint.
I try and separate them but instead I mix them together.
I reach for something to wash them both away with but grab another bottle of paint.
I pour it into the mess before I can notice that it’s more paint.
I go to grab yet another bottle and before I can realise it’s another bottle of paint, I mix it in with the mess.
Eventually it becomes one big, ugly, hideous colour-screwed mess of paint.
So, in a desperate attempt, I get more bright colours and throw them into the mixture, hoping to make it nice again.
But it makes it worse.
So I try and add more and more and more but it never works.
THEN
I can’t let anyone else in because it just adds more paint.
MORE PAINT.
And then I start drowning in their paint because I worry about them.
Sometimes you need someone to help you clean up your paint.
BUT
I don’t trust anyone enough for them to touch my paint.
BUT
Then I see people’s panity-mess. And I have lots of bottles of turps to help them clean their mess up. I can help them, but then their painty-mess ends up on my feet and I put it in my painty-mess.
THEN WHY NOT USE YOUR OWN TURPS?
Because the turps is always gone when I need it.