Vexing Colors

Never have I been let down as badly as when I was taught about VIBGYOR in school. There I was thinking once I knew to distinguish between Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange and Red, I would be all done with learning about colors. True, there is this strange omission of White and Black but then I could accommodate two more readily. After all, even a rainbow is not perfect.
True that I could not differentiate between Violet and Indigo unless I saw both colors together but, in time, I felt that I could possibly manage that feat. Hitherto, of course, I have barely been able to manage to identify Blue, Red and Green but I am sure that, in time, I could manage that difficult ambition of mine. (No! I am not color-blind. No! The doctor who certified that does not need his head examined.) There were also hot disputes between me and my sis about some color which she called dark orange and I felt was light red but such instances still did not touch the edges of my confidence about mastering colors.
Life teaches you to beware of over-confidence. Came the time when I started moving with women (as opposed to girls who, as every boy will agree, are silly creatures whose opinions do not count. And, no, I am not keen on learning what girls thought of boys) and, God, what is with all those shades of color? I mean did You really have to make so many shades of each damned color? Did no-one ever talk to You about minimalism? If You really had to do all that, however did You manage to finish and rest on the seventh day? Had You worked on the seventh day as well would You have managed to give men the ability to distinguish between all those shades which look roughly the same?
Here I was cursing the fact that I could not distinguish between shades being a mere man and a male friend dances in and talks glibly of azure and cerulean; auburn and amaranth; sepia and taupe and who knows what else. Am I not to even have the consolation that my inability is merely a consequence of my gender? I honestly wished that his wife had been around - he may have dried up once he knew someone knowledgeable was around to know whether he was right.
Be that as it may, I wish people would stop talking about seven colors. There seem to be seven gazillion and counting and I just do not want to know about it any more.
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 1st - 7th September 2013