Red

1) Red lipstick is one of those popular stuffs I don't like much. Neither its color nor the fact that it's a lipstick. In spite of its provoking nature, (according to witnesses anecdotes,) it tastes bitter. And not always its nature is provoking. Neither does it taste bitter all the time.

2) I've had tons of imaginary fight scenarios in which I've beaten the hell out of a random imaginary offender. It feels so good when I'm fighting them back in my thoughts in a way that makes me smile. Or even grin. Seemingly that's the real me and what's more satisfying than letting my real self free, even in a non material world. But if the same scenario happens in the real life, I'd prefer controlling the outburst of "the real me," doing the things in the most tension-free way.

3) Nostalgia might have been a red lipstick. Loved by so many while not being my most favorite thing. With a tricky ungenuine loads of feelings not matching the reality of it. And the unstability in the mentioned characteristic.
Nostalgia might have been an imaginary street fight with a guaranteed win which brings a broad smile to your face while trying it in the real life has no guaranteed success (if no guaranteed failure) and is nothing worthy of risk either.
Nostalgia is red. Worrisome. Hateful. Painful. Disgusting. Sign of danger. Still attractive. Still unavoidable.

And destructive. How much? Click to see