I might be colorblind, but the calendar doesn’t know that:
Today is St. Patrick’s Day.
The day I face the conundrum of whether or not to wear green and, if I do not wear green, to wear orange instead.
I don’t particularly want to wear green as I (a) am not Irish and (b) am not Catholic.
I don’t particularly want to wear orange as (a) though I am Protestant (at heart), I am decidedly not Anglican and (b) to the Irish orange can (justifiably) be considered a symbol of a ruthless oppressor. I imagine it’s like wearing a “Simon Legree” name tag to a Juneteenth celebration.
I could be wrong. That might be a bad analogy.
I apologize if it is.
In the past I have worn one or the other or both colors; today I will wear neither.
And so help me, if anyone pinches me, I will make things really bad for you.
[I was going to make a reference to the Easter Rising, but as we’re nearing it’s 100th anniversary, I thought some dignity was in order.)
Note:
Personal freedom is a wonderful thing! It is not my intent to disparage others from wearing the color of their choice, but to explain my own reasons for my own decision
Running In My Head 
I didn’t realize it was St. Patrick’s Day until my son emerged from his bedroom donning a bright green shirt and matching green shoes. All my green clothes must be in the laundry, so today I choose purple and grey. To each his own!
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Exactly!
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Thanks for the mini history lesson. I knew orange was for Protestant, which I am. My dad was Catholic and one of my sons converted after marrying a Catholic wife. Maybe I should wear stripes.
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I have a friend who wears green, orange, and white to represent the Irish flag.
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